Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight;
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie,
When we see not through the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL.
LITTLE Mary Bell had a fairy in a nut,
Long John Brown had the devil in his gut;
Long John Brown loved little Mary Bell,
And the fairy drew the devil into the nutshell.
Her fairy skipp'd out, and her fairy skipp'd in,
He laugh'd at the devil, saying, "Love is a sin."
The devil he raged, and the devil he was wroth,
And the devil enter'd into the young man's broth.
He was soon in the gut of the loving young swain,
For John eat and drank to drive away love's pain;
