When the Dew is on the

GRASS. S O F T L Y , softly will I pass, As I steal out Lave to thee, When the Dew is on the Grass, And the moonlight on the tree.

When the soft winds in the shade, Murmur fi fully in sleep, And the hues of Day-Light fade, In the bosom of the Deep.

When the Dew is on the Grass, And the moonlight on the tree, Softly, softly will I pass As I steal out Love to thee.

Gently, gently will I Glide, To our quiet trysting tree, When the sun's last beam hath died, And the stars Look on the sea.

When the moonbeam Pale & cold, Glances thro' the forest shade, Shall thy tales of Love be told, And thy Vows of t ruth be made.

Printed and Sold at the Cheapest Establish-ment in the North of England, by TODD

AND SON, EASINGWOLD.