Samuel Lover

Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.

Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.

I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how read more

I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended read more

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;
Oh! bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.