Biographical sketch of Millie Christine, the Carolina Twin : $b Surnamed the Two-headed Nightingale and the Eighth Wonder of the World — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Biographical sketch of Millie Christine, the Carolina Twin : $b Surnamed the Two-headed Nightingale and the Eighth Wonder of the World
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When the advent of morning appears in the sky,
We rise from our peaceful repose,
To the valley, the meadow, the mountain we hie,
To cull each fair flow’ret that grows.
CHORUS.--From our merry, &c.
SOLO, SECOND VOICE.
Though humble our cot on the mountain may be,
A life of contentment we live;
We sigh not for wealth, from its cares we are free,
For wealth cannot happiness give.
CHORUS.--From our merry, &c.
THE DEAR, DEAR FRIENDS AT HOME.
Written and Composed by Professor W. WILSON, expressly for Miss
Millie Christine.
What cheers us when we are far away
From home and all we love;
When storm and danger hedge us round,
And all is dark above?
When lightnings flash and thunders roar
O’er ocean’s seething foam?
It is the thought that heaven hears
The prayers of friends at home.
CHORUS.
The dear, dear friends at home,
The dear, dear friends at home,
Kind heaven will surely hear the prayers
Of our dear friends at home.
Our father, with his silvery hair,
Our mother, kind and fond,
Our sisters, and our brothers dear,
The same kind thoughts respond.
The wind blows fair, our vessel sails
Right gaily o’er the foam,
And soon again we hope to greet,
The dear old friends at home.
CHORUS. --The dear, dear, &c.
WARBLING WATERS.
Where the warbling waters flow,
And the zephyrs gently blow;
Where the warbling waters flow,
And the zephyrs gently blow.
The fairies dwell; the fairies dwell
In grassy dell, in grassy dell,
Where the forest flowers grow,
And the zephyrs gently blow,
Where the forest flowers grow,
And the zephyrs gently blow.
SOLO, 1st VOICE--And a joyous home is theirs,
For it knows not mortal care,
SOLO, 2d VOICE--And its only tear
Is the dewdrop clear
That the bending lily bears.
DUET--And its only tear is the dewdrop clear
That the bending lily bears;
And its only tear is the dewdrop clear
That the bending lily bears,
That the bending lily bears,
That the bending lily bears.
STRANGERS YET.
Strangers yet, after years of life together,
After fair and stormy weather;
After travels in far lands; after touch of wedded hands,
Why thus joined, why ever met, if they must be strangers yet.
Strangers yet, strangers yet.
After childhood winning way; after care and blame and praise;
Counsel asked and wisdom given - after mutual prayers to heaven;
Child and parent scarce regret, when they part are strangers yet.
Strangers yet, strangers yet.