THE WHIP-POOR-WILL

Whip-poor-will, O, Whip-poor-will ! Echo to me from thy hill,

All the mem’ries sweet and dear, Thou wak’nest to my waiting ear ; Ju quick sad notes around me bring, The days of youth, and to me sing, In tones s0 tender, though so shrill :

Whip-poor-will, O, 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 à été mise récemment en musique

par le Révérend Leroy Hooker, actuellement pasteur de l’église

méthodiste de Québec.

J, Ec C be P:R,

Whip-poor-will, O, Whip-poor-will !

From beyond the ruined mill,—

Thou know’st not how upon thy note, Sweet visions of my childhood float ;

Of cures and joys, of other days,

Of flowered and of thorny ways,

My feet have trod through good and ill :

Whip-poor-will, O, Whip-poor-will !

Whip-poor-will, O, Whip-poot-will !

Sitting on the mossy sill

Of the moulderiog cabin door, ' Where little feet may tread no more;

Sing of the loves that clustered there,

The strong, the brave, the young, the fuir, —

To whom my heart is turning still :

Wlhip-poor-will, O, Whip-poor-will !

Whip-poor-will, O, Whip-poor-will!

When twilight falls on vale and hill,

And silence weds the eve: ing star, f I listen to thy song afur, Till on thy iterant refrain, The living past comes back again, ur And long-lost joys my spirit fill. — Whip-poor-will, Ah! Whip-poer-will!

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