New Zealand Minstrelsy
The Black Seal
The Black Seal.
How soon these joys have changed to fears!
And soon his eyes are dimm’d with tears;
For, see! upon its fold it bears
A doleful black seal!
“O’er me sad bodings rush amain;”—
He cries,—“but see th’ address again,
“The writing’s strange,”—it gives me pain,
Alas! what woes I feel.”
Thus trembling, as with tearful eyes
He scans it o’er, then deeply sighs,
“I fear ’tis true! she’s gone!”—and tries
To break the black seal.
“I see! he cries, “’tis but a freak;
She lives! my truth her loves bespeak;
I’ll dance for joy, no cares me seek,—
How happy now I feel!”