FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die? Hark!-hark! 't is the trumpet! the call of the brave, The death-song of tyrants and dirge of the slave. Our country lies bleeding-oh! fly to her aid; One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade. From life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die? In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains- Roses now unheeded sigh; Where's the hand to wreathe them? Songs around neglected lie, Where's the lip to breathe them? Here's the bower she loved so much, And the tree she planted; Here's the harp she used to touch- Spring may bloom, but she we loved Now hath lost its fleetness. Nor Pity wept a dearer ! Here's the bower she loved so much, And the tree she planted; Here's the harp she used to touch- HOLY BE THE PILGRIM'S SLEEP. HOLY be the Pilgrim's sleep, From the dreams of terror free; No, no-it is my loved Pilgrim's prayer: Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep! O Pilgrim! where hast thou been roaming? Peace to them whose days are done, Here, then, my Pilgrim's course is o'er: 'T is my master! 't is my master! Welcome here once more; Come to our shed-all toil is over; Pilgrim no more, but knight and lover. HERE'S THE BOWER. HERE'S the bower she loved so much, I CAN NO LONGER STIFLE. I CAN no longer stifle, How much I long to rifle Of you, you lovely trifle! JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. Joys that pass away like this, Alas! are purchased dear, If every beam of bliss Is follow'd by a tear. Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! Soon, too soon thou 'st broke the spell. Oh! I ne'er can love again The girl whose faithless art And with it break my heart. Once, when truth was in those eyes, But now that lustre flies, For truth, alas! is gone. Fare thee well! ob, fare thee well! If, when deceived in love, He could not fly to hate! prove LIGHT SOUNDS THE HARP. LIGHT Sounds the harp when the combat is overWhen heroes are resting, and joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover, And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. Now let the warrior plume his steed, And wave his sword afar; For the men of the East this day shall bleed, To guide her holy band: The Knight of the Cross this day shall whelm Oh! bless'd who in the battle dies! Now let the warrior plume his steed, For the men of the East this day shall bleed, OH! LADY FAIR! OH, Lady fair! where art thou roaming? And who is the man, with his white locks flowing? Chill falls the rain, night winds are blowing, Fair Lady! rest till morning blushes- Oh! stranger! when my beads I'm counting, OH! SEE THOSE CHERRIES. On! see those cherries-though once so glowing, Too soon they'll wither, too soon they 'll fall. Once, caught by their blushes, the light bird flew round, Oft on their ruby lips leaving love's wound; OH! YES, SO WELL. On! yes, so well, so tenderly Thou 'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, Were worthless without thee. Though, brimm'd with blisses, pure and rare, Unless thy love were mingled there, Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly Thou 'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, POH, DERMOT! GO ALONG WITH YOUR Роn, Dermot! go along with your goster, Or teach an old cow pater noster, Or whistle Moll Roe to a pig! Arrah, child! do you think I'm a blockhead, To put nothing at all in one pocket, |