[su_heading size="28"]To a Lady in Kilrea[/su_heading]
Morning brings us many a flower, All delightful to the eye, Trees and shrubs of dewy grandeur In the rays sunshine lie.
Lovely though they are, and cheering, Dearer, far, are you me; All my love is lavished on you Sweetner of each joy I see.
May no thought of parting ever In our bosoms cause dismay; Rich with love and all its pleasures, Life, in peace, we’ll pass away.
Author: 'B' from Kilrea, 17th March, 1879 Source: Ballymena Observer, 22nd March 1879