Charles Jefferys. 1807-1865

Come o'er the moonlit sea,

The waves are brightly glowing.

The Moonlit Sea.

The morn was fair, the skies were clear,

No breath came o'er the sea.

The Rose of Allandale.

Meek and lowly, pure and holy,

Chief among the "blessed three."

Charity.

Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright

On river and forest, o'er mountain and lea.

Come, wander with me.

A word in season spoken

May calm the troubled breast.

A Word in Season.

The bud is on the bough again,

The leaf is on the tree.

The Meeting of Spring and Summer.

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.

Mary of Argyle.

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

We have lived and loved together.