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lady Isabel.
Oh sweet is thy walk in the twilight hour,
When thine ear drinks the distant curfew's swell!
For the silence which dwells on the moonlight bow'r,
Says—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
When thine ear drinks the distant curfew's swell!
For the silence which dwells on the moonlight bow'r,
Says—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
Oh sweet is thy walk 'mid the crowds of life!
Sweeter than tongue of Bard can tell!
They are hush'd—the sounds of woe and strife,
For—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
Sweeter than tongue of Bard can tell!
They are hush'd—the sounds of woe and strife,
For—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
Oh the old have bless'd thee ere they died,
And from lisping tongues the blessing fell;
And from blushing morn till even tide
'Tis—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!".
And from lisping tongues the blessing fell;
And from blushing morn till even tide
'Tis—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!".
That blessing shall lay on thy breast at night,
To guard thy sleep from visions fell,
To guard thy sleep from visions fell,
