The Song of the Parsons.
(Vide— “ Halls of my Birth.”)
The glebe of my choice is forsaken—1
Its chambers deserted and lone ;2
My haggard is empty ; the garden—3
Its flowers are faded and gone !4
I feel the sad stroke of affliction ;5
My tithes I once gather’d so gay,6
Where are they ? I sob in my anguish,7
And Echo replies, “ Where are they ?”8
Unheard and unheeded my sighs ;9
Detested, yes, hated by all :10
Uncollected, ungathered my tithes ;11
To regain them the chance is now small.12
Oh ! I feel the sad stroke of affliction ;13
My tithes, I once gather’d so gay,14
Where are they ? I sob in my anguish,15
And Echo replies, “ Where are they ?”16