Should the cold world come to wake thee

From all thy visions of youth and joy';

Should the gay friends, for whom thou wouldst banish
Him who once thought thy young heart his own,
All like spring birds, falsely vanish,

And leave thy winter unheeded and lone;—

Oh! 't is then he thou hast slighted

Would come to cheer thee, when all seem'd o'er; Then the truant, lost and blighted,

Would to his bosom be taken once more. Like that dear bird we both can remember, Who left us while summer shone round, But, when chill'd by bleak December,

Upon our threshold a welcome still found.

REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.
Italian Air.

REASON, Folly, and Beauty, they say,
Went on a party of pleasure one day:
Folly play'd

Around the maid,

The bell of his cap rung merrily out;

While Reason took

To his sermon-book

Oh! which was the pleasanter no one need doubt.

Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage,

Turn'd for a moment to Reason's dull page,
Till Folly said,

Look here, sweet maid!»

The sight of his cap brought her back to herself; While Reason read

His leaves of lead,

With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf!

Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap; Had he that on, he her heart might entrap<< There it is,>>

Quoth Folly, «old quiz!»

But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore, That Beauty now liked him still less than before; While Folly took

Old Reason's book,

And twisted the leaves in a cap of such Ton, That Beauty vow'd

(Though not aloud),

She liked him still better in that than his own!

FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!

Sicilian Air.

FARE thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;
Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, whate'er their flattering spell,
Could scarce have thus deceived;
But eyes that acted truth so well
Were sure to be believed.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er.

OH! COME TO ME WHEN DAYLIGHT SETS.
Venetian Air.

On! come to me when daylight sets;
Sweet! then come to me,
When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moonlight sea.

When Mirth's awake, and Love begins,
Beneath that glancing ray,

With sound of lutes and mandolins,

To steal young hearts away.
Oh! come to me when daylight sets;
Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moonlight sea.

Oh! then's the hour for those who love,
Sweet! like thee and me;

When all 's so calm below, above,
In heaven and o'er the sea.
When maidens sing sweet barcarolles, 2
And Echo sings again

So sweet, that all with ears and souls
Should love and listen then.

So, come to me when daylight sets;
Sweet! then come to me,
When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moonlight sea.

The thought in this verse is borrowed from the original Portuguese words.

2 Barcarolles, sorte de chansons en langue Vénitienne, que chanten: les gondoliers à Venise.-ROUSSEAU, Dictionnaire de Musique.

Common Sense went on,

Breathe on, breathe on, thou languid strain,

Henceforth be all my own;

Though thou art oft so full of pain,

Few hearts can bear thy tone.
Yet oft thou 'rt sweet, as if the sigh,

The breath that Pleasure's wings
Gave out, when last they wanton'd by,
Were still upon thy strings.

OH! NO-NOT E'EN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED.

Cashmerian Air.

OH! no-not e'en when first we loved,
Wert thou as dear as now thou art;

Thy beauty then my senses moved,

But now thy virtues bind my heart. What was but Passion's sigh before,

Ilas since been turn'd to Reason's vow; And, though I then might love thee more, Trust me, I love thee better now!

Although my heart in earlier youth

Might kindle with more wild desire, Believe me, it has gain'd in truth

Much more than it has lost in fire. The flame now warms my inmost core, That then but sparkled o'er my brow; And, though I seem'd to love thee more, Yet, oh! I love thee better now.

PEACE BE AROUND THEE.
Scotch Air.

PEACE be around thee! wherever thou rovest
May life be for thee one summer's day,

And all that thou wishest, and all that thou lovest,
Come smiling around thy sunny way!
If sorrow e'er this calmn should break,

May even thy tears pass off so lightly,
That, like spring-showers, they'll only make
The smiles that follow shine more brightly!

May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all,
And daily dooms some joy to death,

O'er thee let years so gently fall,

They shall not crush one flower beneath!

As half in shade and half in sun,

This world along its path advances,

May that side the sun's upon

Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS. French Air.

WHILE I touch the string,

Wreathe my brows with laurel,

For the tale I sing,

Has, for once, a moral.

Common Sense, one night,

Though not used to gambols,

Went out by moonlight,

With Genius, on his rambles.

While I touch the string, etc.

Many wise things saying,
While the light that shone
Soon set Genius straying.
One his eye ne'er raised
From the path before him,
T other idly gazed

On each night-cloud o'er him.
While I touch the string, etc.

So they came, at last,
To a shady river;
Common Sense soon pass'd,

Safe, as he doth ever;
While the boy, whose look
Was in heaven that minute,
Never saw the brook,

But tumbled headlong in it!

While I touch the string, etc. How the wise one smiled, When safe o'er the torrent, At that youth, so wild, Dripping from the current! Sense went home to bed;

Genius, left to shiver On the bank, 't is said,

Died of that cold river!

While I touch the string, etc.

THEN, FARE THEE WELL!
Old English Air.

THEN, fare thee well! my own dear love,

This world has now for us

No greater grief, no pain above

The pain of parting thus, dear love! the pain of parting thus!

Had we but known, since first we met,

Some few short hours of bliss,

We might, in numbering them, forget

The deep, deep pain of this, dear love! the deep, deep pain of this!

But, no, alas! we've never seen

One glimpse of pleasure's ray,

But still there came some cloud between,

And chased it all away, dear love! and chased it all away!

Yet, e'en could those sad moments last,

Far dearer to my heart

Were hours of grief, together past,

Than years of mirth apart, dear love! than years of mirth apart!

Farewell! our hope was born in fears,

And nursed 'mid vain regrets:

Like winter suns, it rose in tears,

Like them in tears it sets, dear love! like them in tears it sets!

GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.

Maltese Air.

GAILY sounds the castanet,

Beating time to bounding feet,

SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO-DAY?

Sicilian Lir.

SAY, what shall be our sport to-day?

There's nothing on earth, in sea or air,
Too bright, too bold, too high, too gay,
For spirits like mine to dare!
'T is like the returning bloom

Of those days, alas! gone by,

When I loved each hour-I scarce knew whom,-

And was bless'd-I scarce knew why.

Ay, those were days when life had wings,
And flew-oh, flew so wild a height,
That, like the lark which sunward springs,
'T was giddy with too much light;
And, though of some plumes bereft,
With that sun, too, nearly set,

I've enough of light and wing still left
For a few gay soarings yet.

BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS!
Welch Air.

BRIGHT be thy dreams-may all thy weeping
Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping:

Those by death or seas removed, Friends, who in thy spring-time knew thee, All thou 'st ever prized or loved, In dreams come smiling to thee!

There may the child, whose love lay deepest, Dearest of all, come while thou sleepest;

Still the same-no charm forgotNothing lost that life had given;

Or, if changed, but changed to what Thou 'It find her yet in Heaven!

GO, THEN-T IS VAIN,

Sicilian Air.

Go, then-t is vain to hover

Thus round a hope that's dead;

At length my dream is over,

'T was sweet-'t was false-'t is fled! Farewell, since nought it moves thee, Such truth as mine to see; Some one, who far less loves thee, Perhaps more bless'd will be.

Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness

New life around me shed! Farewell, false heart, whose lightness. Now leaves me death instead! Go, now, those charms surrender. To some new lover's sigh, One who, though far less tender, May be more bless'd than I.

THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS.
Swiss Air.

O'ER mountains bright with snow and light,
We Crystal Ilunters speed along,

While grots and caves, and icy waves,

gems,

Each instant echo to our song; And, when we meet with stores of We grudge not kings their diadems. O'er mountains bright with snow and light, We Crystal Hunters speed along,

While

and grots caves, and icy waves, Each instant echo to our song.

No lover half so fondly dreams Of sparkles from his lady's eyes, As we of those refreshing gleams

That tell where deep the crystal lies; Though, next to crystal, we too grant That ladies' eyes may most enchant. O'er mountains, etc.

Sometimes, when o'er the Alpine rose
The golden sunset leaves its ray,
So like a gem the flow'ret glows,
We thither bend our headlong way;
And, though we find no treasure there,
We bless the rose that shines so fair.
O'er mountains, etc.

ROW GENTLY HERE. Venetian Air.

hear,

Row gently here, my gondolier;
So softly wake the tide,
That not an ear on earth may
But hers to whom we glide.
Had Heaven but tongues to speak, as well
As starry eyes to see,

Oh! think what tales 't would have to tell
Of wand'ring youths like me!

Now rest thee here, my gondolier;
Hush, hush, for up I go,
To climb yon light balcony's height,
While thou keep'st watch below.
Ah! did we take for heaven above

But half such pains as we

Take day and night for woman's love,
What angels we should be!

OH! DAYS OF YOUTH.
French Air.

On! days of youth and joy, long clouded,
Why thus for ever haunt my view?
When in the grave your light lay shrouded,
Why did not Memory die there too?
Vainly doth Bope her strain now sing me,
Whispering of joys that yet remain―
No, no, never more can this life bring me
One joy that equals youth's sweet pain.

Dim lies the way to death before me,

Cold winds of Time blow round my brow; Sunshine of youth that once fell o'er me,

Where is your warmth, your glory now? "T is not that then no pain could sting me'T is not that now no joys remain; Oh! it is that life no more can bring me One joy so sweet as that worst pain.