WORDS FOR MUSIC.

I knew a sweet girl, with a bonny blue eye, Who was born in the shade The witch-hazel-tree made, Where the brook sang a song All the summer-day long, And the moments, like birdlings went by,— Like the birdlings the moments flew by.

I knew a fair maid, soul enchanting in grace, Who replied to my vow, Neath the hazel-tree bough: "Like the brook to the sea, Oh, I yearn, love, for thee." And she hid in my bosom her face— In my bosom her beautiful face.

I have a dear wife, who is ever my guide; Wooed and won in the shade The witch-hazel tree made, Where the brook sings its song All the summer day long, And the moments in harmony glide, Like our lives they in harmony glide.