Charles Jefferys

We have lived and loved together Through many changing years; We have shared each other's gladness, And wept each other's tears.

I have heard the mavis singing Its love-song to the morn; I've seen the dew-drop clinging To the rose just newly born.

The bud is on the bough again, The leaf is on the tree.

A word in season spoken May calm the troubled breast.

Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright On river and forest, o'er mountain and lea.

Meek and lowly, pure and holy, Chief among the "blessed three."

The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the sea.

Come o'er the moonlit sea, The waves are brightly glowing.