RIDE FOR DEAR LIFE. 



(Gratefully touching her neck, I caress her, 



Words cannot utter my feelings to-day ; 

 ( )ver the moorland again do I press her, 



On to the hamlet that sleeps by the bay. 

 ***** 

 The crisis is over, and twilight is stealing 



Over the valley and over the hill ; 

 Down by the side of my wife I am kneeling, 



Hush ! for her slumbers are peaceful and still. 



Angels are guarding her, silently sleeping, 

 Angels are watching her beautiful face ; 



Over the moorland the sunset is creeping, 

 Nature reposes with exquisite grace. 



Silently, silently, sunbeams are falling, 



Brightly they light every wave of her hair ; 



Softly the voices of nature are calling, 



Sounds of sweet sympathy float on the air. 



Softly, oh, night wind thy way thou art wending 

 Over the moorland and over the sea ; 



On to the regions above thou art tending, 

 Bear on thy bosom a message from me. 



Tell of our love to the Maker who gave us 



Life reunited again for a spell, 

 Tell of the steed who was willing to save us, 



Tell of our gratitude, faithfully tell, 



B _' 



