Portrait of Mrs. Bairdsmith. She is shown from the chest up. Her left arm is held vertically across her body, as if it is resting on something that is out-of-frame. She is wearing a white bonnet and a fur stole. Full-page frontispiece contained within a single-ruled rectangular border.

The Night My Love Comes Home.

Facsimile of Frederic E. Weatherly’s signature. 1/32 page.

“ O get ye up to the Tower, mother, And say what may there be, For I hear the gales in the golden sails That bring my love to me. And get ye down my bridal gown, And deck my hair for me ; Go watch the pier, thou little page, To greet him home from sea. For it’s oh ! my love, I hear him call, He is coming across the foam, And I must be ready this night of all, The night my love comes home !” “ Lie still, lie still, my sweet, sweet child, No ship is on the tide !” And her tears run down that bridal gown That never will deck a bride. And the page has gone to the blowing pier, He listens in fear and dole, But the only sound that he can hear Is the bell for her passing soul. O hark ! O hear ! the midnight strikes ! There is knocking at the gate : “ Oh where, oh where is my lady fair ? And have I come too late ?” They have taken him up the silent stair, Into her chamber sweet, And there she lies with her closed eyes And the lilies at her feet ! “ And it’s oh ! my love, it’s oh ! my dear ! He is coming across the foam ; But I must sleep, so long, so deep, The night my love comes home !”