From fingers deft, thro* warp and weft,
The flashing shuttle gaily flies ; What need to tellaa maid knows wella
She reads the riddle in her eyes. From leaf to rose the pattern grows,
From green to gold, from gold to greya With colours bright and laughter light, She weaves throughout the summer day.
From side to side the shuttle flies,
As maidens used to weave of old ; Three threads of grey, three threads of red, And just a tiny thread of gold.
From "The Cat's Eye," a Burmese Operetta, written by R. Swinhoe, composed by J. Alves.
B8 From eager youth, thro" web and woof, Life's busy shuttle swiftly goes ; Tho' mixed with grey the flowers of May,
The sun of June reveals the rose. What tho* the years bring idle tears, The web of life be dulled with care ; c 3 Thro* spot and stainaif love remaina A strand of purest gold is there.
From Youth to Age the shuttle flies, And weaves a pattern tried and old-gb Grey silk for Sorrow, red for Hope,
And Love a shining strand of gold.And Love a shining strand of gold.