A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE — FROM VICTOR HUGO

If a pleasant lawn there grow

By the showers caressed,

Where in all the seasons blow

Flowers gaily dressed,

Where by handfuls one may win

Lilies, woodbine, jessamine,

I will make a path therein

For thy feet to rest.

If there live in honour's sway

An all-loving breast

Whose devotion cannot stray,

Never gloom-oppressed —

If this noble breast still wake

For a worthy motive's sake,

There a pillow I will make

For thy head to rest.

If there be a dream of love,

Dream that God has blest,

Yielding daily treasure-trove

Of delightful zest,

With the scent of roses filled,

With the soul's communion thrilled,

There, oh! there a nest I'll build

For thy heart to rest.