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" Those dreamy August afternoons , whenm our skiff we lay , To hear the current murmuring as slow it SAvirled aAvay ; The plaintive hum of dragon-fly , the old weir ' s plash and roar ,
While Some-one ' s gentle voice , too , seems Avhispering there once more ; Come back , those days of love and trust , those times of hope and fear , When girls were girls , and hearts were hearts , about old Blankton Weir !
" Those brilliant sunny mornings when Ave tumbled out of bed , And hurried on a feAV rough clothes , and to the river sped ! What laughing joyaunce hung about those merry days agone ,
We clove the rushing current at the early flush of daAvn ! ' Tremendous headers' took Ave in the Avaters bright and clear , And splashed and dashed , and dived and swam , just off old Blankton Weir .
" Then that pleasant pic-nic party , when all the girls were there , In pretty morning dresses ancl Avith freshly-braided hair ; Fair Annie , with the deep blue eyes , and rosylaughing Nell
, , Dark Helen , sunny Amy , and the Howard girls as well ; Ah 1 Lizzie , 'twas but yesterday—at least 'tAvould so appear—We plighted VOAVS of constancy , not fai from Blankton Weir .
"Those flashing eyes , those brave true hearts , are gone , and few remain To mourn the loss of sunny hours that ne ' er come back again : Some married are—ah ! me , IIOAV changed —for they Avill think no more
Of hoAV they joined our chorus there , or helped to pull the oar : One gentle voice is hushed for aye—Ave miss a voice so dear—Who cheered along with evensong our path by Blankton Weir .
' Amid the whirl of Aveary life , its Avorry and its bore , Comes back that well-loved lullaby—the old weir ' s distant roar ; It gilds the clouds of daily toil Avith sunshine ' s fitful gleams , ¦
It breaks upon my slumber , and I hear it in my dreams ; Like music of the good old times , it strikes upon mine ear—If there ' s an air can banish care , 'tis that of Blankton Weir !
"I knoAV the river ' s rushing , but it rashes not forme , I feel the morning blushing , though I am not there to see ; For younger hearts now live and love where once we used to dwell
, And others laugh , and dream , and sing in spots Ave loved so well ; Their motto' Ccvrpe diem '— 'twas ours for many a year—As show these rhymes of sunny times about old Blankton Weir . "
Alas , in the Yanity Fan of life , how often played out is' the little comedy , or farce , or even tragedy—" whichever you please , my little dear "—which MIOAVS : — " A COMBDT . " Prologue .
'TAvas all over between us , you thought , when we parted , 'Twas good-bye to me and to trouble or care ; A sigh and a tear , a poor boy brokenhearted
, Was naught , for Avhat feelings had you then to spare ? 'Twas nothing to you that my best hopes Avere shattered , You knew all the time that you meant we should part ;
With fair Avords did you think I e ' er could feel flattered , From lips feigning truth Avith such falseness at heart 1
"ACT I . " Ah , lovely and lost one , I muse in the gloaming , And think of one midsummer twilight last year . But one little year past , Avhen Ave two
were roaming With hand locked in hand by the still solemn mere . Have you , love , forgotten that night and those pledges , Half-Avhispered , half-sobbed , ' neath that calm summer sky }
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" Those dreamy August afternoons , whenm our skiff we lay , To hear the current murmuring as slow it SAvirled aAvay ; The plaintive hum of dragon-fly , the old weir ' s plash and roar ,
While Some-one ' s gentle voice , too , seems Avhispering there once more ; Come back , those days of love and trust , those times of hope and fear , When girls were girls , and hearts were hearts , about old Blankton Weir !
" Those brilliant sunny mornings when Ave tumbled out of bed , And hurried on a feAV rough clothes , and to the river sped ! What laughing joyaunce hung about those merry days agone ,
We clove the rushing current at the early flush of daAvn ! ' Tremendous headers' took Ave in the Avaters bright and clear , And splashed and dashed , and dived and swam , just off old Blankton Weir .
" Then that pleasant pic-nic party , when all the girls were there , In pretty morning dresses ancl Avith freshly-braided hair ; Fair Annie , with the deep blue eyes , and rosylaughing Nell
, , Dark Helen , sunny Amy , and the Howard girls as well ; Ah 1 Lizzie , 'twas but yesterday—at least 'tAvould so appear—We plighted VOAVS of constancy , not fai from Blankton Weir .
"Those flashing eyes , those brave true hearts , are gone , and few remain To mourn the loss of sunny hours that ne ' er come back again : Some married are—ah ! me , IIOAV changed —for they Avill think no more
Of hoAV they joined our chorus there , or helped to pull the oar : One gentle voice is hushed for aye—Ave miss a voice so dear—Who cheered along with evensong our path by Blankton Weir .
' Amid the whirl of Aveary life , its Avorry and its bore , Comes back that well-loved lullaby—the old weir ' s distant roar ; It gilds the clouds of daily toil Avith sunshine ' s fitful gleams , ¦
It breaks upon my slumber , and I hear it in my dreams ; Like music of the good old times , it strikes upon mine ear—If there ' s an air can banish care , 'tis that of Blankton Weir !
"I knoAV the river ' s rushing , but it rashes not forme , I feel the morning blushing , though I am not there to see ; For younger hearts now live and love where once we used to dwell
, And others laugh , and dream , and sing in spots Ave loved so well ; Their motto' Ccvrpe diem '— 'twas ours for many a year—As show these rhymes of sunny times about old Blankton Weir . "
Alas , in the Yanity Fan of life , how often played out is' the little comedy , or farce , or even tragedy—" whichever you please , my little dear "—which MIOAVS : — " A COMBDT . " Prologue .
'TAvas all over between us , you thought , when we parted , 'Twas good-bye to me and to trouble or care ; A sigh and a tear , a poor boy brokenhearted
, Was naught , for Avhat feelings had you then to spare ? 'Twas nothing to you that my best hopes Avere shattered , You knew all the time that you meant we should part ;
With fair Avords did you think I e ' er could feel flattered , From lips feigning truth Avith such falseness at heart 1
"ACT I . " Ah , lovely and lost one , I muse in the gloaming , And think of one midsummer twilight last year . But one little year past , Avhen Ave two
were roaming With hand locked in hand by the still solemn mere . Have you , love , forgotten that night and those pledges , Half-Avhispered , half-sobbed , ' neath that calm summer sky }