Charles Jefferys

Come o'er the moonlit sea,The waves are brightly glowing.

— Charles Jefferys

The morn was fair, the skies were clear,No breath came o'er the sea.

— Charles Jefferys

Meek and lowly, pure and holy,Chief among the "blessed three."

— Charles Jefferys

Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are brightOn river and forest, o'er mountain and lea.

— Charles Jefferys

A word in season spokenMay calm the troubled breast.

— Charles Jefferys

The bud is on the bough again,The leaf is on the tree.

— Charles Jefferys

I have heard the mavis singingTo the rose just newly born.

— Charles Jefferys

We have lived and loved togetherAnd wept each other's tears.

— Charles Jefferys