Made to Order Smile, The
Meadow Lark, The
Memory Of Martha, The
Misty Day, A
Monk's Walk, The
Morning Song Of Love
Murdered Lover, The
My Corn-Cob Pipe
My Lady Of Castle Grand
My Little March Girl
My Love Irene
My Sort o' Man
My Sweet Brown Gal
Mystic Sea, The
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The couquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says "Kiss me, please,"
'Tis morning, 'tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
" 'Tis morning, 'tis morning."