THE MANIAC’S SONG. Set
to Music by MR. R. A. SMITH. ___ HARK! ’tis
the poor maniac’s song-- She sits on yon wild craggy steep, Aud
while the winds mournfully whistle along, She wistfully looks o'er the deep;
And
ay she sings “Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby!” To hush the rude
billows asleep. She
looks to yon rock far at sea, And thinks it her lover’s white
sail, The
warm tear of joy glads her wild glist’ning eye, As she beckons his vessel to hail; And
ay she sings, “Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby!” And frets at the boisterous gale. Poor
Susan was gentle and fair, Till
the seas rob’d her heart of its joy, Then
her reason was lost in the gloom of despair, And
her charms then did wither and die; And now her sad “lullaby,
lullaby, lullaby!” Oft
wakes the lone passenger’s sigh. |