The Clifton DirGe.
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The Clifton Dirge.
Fareoea to LoehaJar, aud Fare,pen nay Jane
To Clifton's bonny banks and braes,
Her verdant meads and leafy trees,
Besides old Oceans balmy breeze,


Farewell.
Her rural church, and pointed spirc.
Her parson meek, her lovely choir,
Her glorious moons OF mother fire,
And thou, lone station on the deep,
Where watch and ward nightly keep,
And ponder on lovers leap,
Where firm in honest manly pride.
Perchd on the verge Of Oceans side,


Bold w-n.
And every balmy summers even.
Between the hours Of six and seven.
While glows the beauteous face of Heaven,


Vermillion.
You see full many beau and belle,
Come hereof love, to look or tell,
Rambling from the far fam'd hotel


Pavillien.
And thou, fair maid, atho' unknown,
Present with me, when passed and gone.
With whom sweet converse, when alone.


I've dreamed.
When gay young summer comes again,
Shonld'st thou visit cliff or glen,
And wander to this spot-Oh. then


Remember me-
When winters giddy scenes come round,
And thou in youth and hope art found,
In whirl Of fashions gay parade,
At opera, ball, or mafquerade,-
Mark as you move the halls along,
One hovering form amidst the thIong;
His heart will throb, at thy approach
And sigh when others meet thy touch
His eye will ever seek thy glance,
And track thee in the mszy dance;
Will brighten at thy footstep free
II thou art happy so is he
Yet will il pain his anxious heart
Without one word-to meet and part. J.F