850 PROCEEDINGS OF SECTION I. 



This also from the same source : — 



"And I mast to my home repair 

 For hooks and pen await me there, 

 Adieu, Adieu," 



is too prosaic to sound well in song. 



I have chosen two examples of modern lyrics, which appear 

 to me to be simple, graceful, and finished. The first is from 

 an English volume, by the author of " Meadowsweet ": — 



1 saw a weeping maiden 



A-searching in the morn 

 For love that's half a rosebud, 



For love that's half a thorn ; 

 She sought him on the hill-top 



And o'er the dewy lea, 

 But he was standing in the shade. 



Was waiting there with me. 



He sang not in the meadow. 



He piped not near the stream, 

 Nor hid in ferny forests, 



The darling of her dream ; 

 He lurked not in the poppies, 



He shone not in the sky, 

 But called to her from out my heart, 



And yet she passed him l)y. 



The second is from Mr. P. J. Holdsworth's " Station- 

 hunting on the Warrego": — 



In the warm flushed heart of the rose red west, 



Where the great sun quivered and died to-day, 

 You pulsed, O Star, by yon pine-clad crest. 

 And throbbed till the bright eve ashened grey ; 



Then I saw you swim 



By the shadowy rim, 

 Where the grey gum dips to the western plain, 



And you rayed delight, 



As you winged your flight 

 To the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign. 



O ! star, did you see her ? My Queen of Dreams ! 

 Was it you that glimmered the night we strayed 

 A month ago by these scented streams. 



Half-checked by the litter the musk-buds made ? 



Did you sleep or wake ? 



Ah ! For love's sweet sake 

 (Though the world should fail, and the soft stars wane), 



I shall dream delight 



Till our souls take flight 

 To the mystic spheres Avhere your kinsmen reign. 



