ON NOW 47
ON NOW, ALTHOUGH THE YEAR BE DONE
ON now, although the year be done, Now, although the love be dead,
Dead and gone;
Hear me, O loved and cherished one, Give me still the hand that led, Led me on.
IN THE GREEN AND GALLANT SPRING
IN the green and gallant Spring, Love and the lyre I thought to sing, And kisses sweet to give and take By the flowery hawthorn brake,
Now is russet Autumn here, Death and the grave and winter drear, And I must ponder here aloof .While the rain is on the roof.