THE WHIP-POOR-WILL

Whip-poor-will, 0, Whip-poor-will !

Echo to me from thy hill, Ail tlie mem'ries sweet and dear, Thon wak'nest to my waiting ear; In quick sad notes around me brin g, The days of yonth, and to me sing, In tones so tender, thongh so shrill:

Whip-poor-will, 0, Whip-poor-will!

* De toutes les œuvres de mon honorable ami, une de celles auxquelles je tiens le plus, par suite des circonstances spéciales qui s'y rattachent, c'est la poésie ci-dessus, écrite pendant que nous étions ensemble, et qui a été mise récemment en musique par le Révérend Leroy Hooker, actuellement pasteur de l'église méthodiste de Québec.

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Whip-poor-will, 0, Whip-poor-will !

From beyond the ruined mill, — Thon know'st not how upon thy note, Sweet visions of m y cliildhood float; Of car es and joys, of other days, Of flowered and of thorny ways, My feet hâve trod through good and ill i Whip-poor-will, 0, Whip-poor-will !

Whip-poor-will, 0, Whip-poor-will !

Sitting on the mossy sill

Of the mouldering cabin door,

Where little feet may tread no more j

Sing of the loves that clustered there,

The strong, the brave, the young, the fair,— -

To whom my heart is tnrning still :

Whip-poor-will, 0, Whip-poor-will !

Whip-poor-will, 0, Whip-poor-will!

When twilight falls on vale and hill, And silence weds the evening star, I listen to thy song afar, TilTon tliy itérant refrain, The living past cornes baek again, And long-lost joys my spiiit fill. — Whip-poor-will, Ah! Whip-poor-will!

William Gooper Howells.