Jersey Isle
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The sun in ocean's bed declining, Brightly the moon begins to smile; The little stars are sweetly shining To welcome us to Jersey Isle. The waves our bark are gently bearing, While faintly lingers day awhile; List! to the minstrel's music cheering, A welcome to fair Jersey Isle. But other lands and other feelings Call me from thee many a mile, And there will nature's fond revealings Bid me forego fair Jersey Isle. But ah! if false those friends forsake me If nought my lonely hours beguile, Nor pride shall wound, nor sorrow break me, Hope woos me back to Jersey Isle. |
From “The Last of the Garayes, and Other Poems”
by “An Englishwoman”
Dedicated to the British Residents at Dinan.
Dinan.
J. B. Huart, Place Du Champ, 1868