Eulalie

Andrews, Printer, 38 Chatham St, N. Y.,Dealer in Songs, Games Toy Books, Motto Verses, &c Wholesale and Retail.

Eulalie.

Blue-birds, linger here awhile,
O’er this sacred grassy pile,
Sing your sweetest songs to me—
‘Tis the grave of Eulalie.
Roses white, around her tomb
Gently wave and sweetly bloom,
Let your silent language be—
“We will bloom for Eulalie.”

Streamlet, chaunting at her feet,
Mournful music, sad and sweet,
Wake her not, she dreams of me,
‘Neath the yew tree, Eualalie !
Eulalie, but yesternight,
Came a spirit veiled in white;
I knew it could be none but thee,
Bride of Death, lost Eulalie.

Angels, guard her with your wings,
Shield her from unholy things,
Bid her dream love-dreams of me,—
Till I come, sleep, Eulalie!
Blue-bird, linger here a while,
O’er this sacred grassy pile,
Sing your sweetest songs to me—
‘Tis the grave of Eulalie.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg200756
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    24.5 cm x 15 cm
  • Title
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