Yes, we'll presently away.
(They pass on.)
Around us as in doubt I see him shyly bound, Since he two strangers seeth inhis master's stead.
He whom we mourned as dead, Living and glorious, From the dark gravehath fled, O'er death victorious; Almost creative bliss Waits on his growingpowers; Ah! Him on earth we miss; Sorrow and grief are ours. Yearning heleft his own, Mid sore annoy; Ah! we must needs bemoan. Master, thy joy!Chorus of Angels}
Oh 'tis not the mere ornaments alone; Her glance and mien far more betray.Rejoiced I am that I may stay.
Why how those buxom girls step on! Come, brother, we will follow themanon. Strong beer, a damsel smartly dress'd, Stinging tobacco, - these I lovethe best.
Quick, bring a light!