Jane
Far you must go, and look round you in vain
Far you must go, and look round you in vain
To find sweeter girl than my Highland lass,
Jane;
Many be summers, with bird-notes and bowers,
That drop in her pathway their innocent flow-
ers;
Ever, with Truth setting seal on her brow,
May she be pure, and as spotless as now!
In her blue eyes beams a soul-kindled light,
The lone star of eve is less placid and bright;
Tinged is her lip with the red of the dawn;
Light is her footsteps as tread of the fawn;
Beauty has painted her cheek with the rose,
Round her a charm her own loveliness throws.
In the rich lines of that beautiful face,
Painter might find his true model of grace;
I know that her heart with affection is warm,
And sculptor might study the mold of her
form :
Far you must go and look around you in vain
To find fairer girl than my Highland lass, Jane.
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