The Minstrel Girl, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston

The Minstrel Girl

Sweet thy strains, thou minstrel daughter,
Touch again thy ocean shell,
From thy cottage by the water,
In the green and shadowy dell.   I have listened all enchanted,
Held within thy magic spell;
What a boon has Nature granted
In thy sweet and simple shell.   Gentle maiden, unassuming,
On thy fortunes how I dwell,
Since I saw thee sweetly blooming
In thy quiet ocean dell--   With each pale mysterious feature,
With thy eyes that pleasure tell:
Take my heart, thou fairy creature,
Minstrel of the ocean shell.

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Mrs. O. M. Livingston