"Near the Broken Stile" (1857)
Song
Composed by Frank Romer

Boston: Oliver Ditson & Co., Washington St.
Plate No. 14274
[Source: 055/037@Levy]

1.
Early in the morning, 'mid the meadows gay,
While the breeze was scented with the new mown hay,
Ev'ry bud and blossom sweetly seem'd to smile,
When by chance, he met me, near the broken stile.
Little, then, was spoken, yet did he disclose
Thoughts, that came like perfume from the op'ning rose;
Ev'ry bud and blossom sweetly seem'd to smile,
When, by chance, he met me, near the broken stile.

2.
Soon beside the altar, hand in hand we stood,
Heart to heart responded truly as they should,
While above the vallies rose the morning sun,
Voices whispered round us, he and I were one.
Since that morn with pleasure ev'ry hour's been rife,
He calls me his treasure, and his darling wife,
Gladly we remember, when with loving smile,
Promises were given near the broken stile.

3.
Gently flow'rs were blooming, and the golden corn
In the breeze was waving, at the early morn;
When, again, I met him, ling'ring near the stile,
Swift he came to greet me with a gentle smile.
Earnest words were spoken, wand'ring by my side,
Till he gain'd my promise that I'd be his bride.
Oh! I love the morning when, with gentle smile,
Swift he came to greet me, near the broken stile.