ELIZABETH.

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BY J. T. S. SULLIVAN.

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Oh, were I a bird that could sing all the day,

I would fly to her bower to carol my lay!

Or were I a breath of the soft scented air,

I would waft all my sweets to her bower so fair!

Or were I a thought could awaken a smile,

I would rest on her lip all her woes to beguile;

I would make my bright throne in her sorrowing heart,

And each impulse that grew should its pleasure impart!

Oh, were I a strain of some melody sweet,

I would steal to her chamber her slumbers to greet!

Or were I a dream could recall to her mind

The pleasures and joys she has long left behind,

I would hover around in the stillness of night,

And her visions of sleep should be joyously bright!

I would kiss from her cheek ev’ry envious tear,

And guard her fond bosom from sorrow and fear!