All this and more the Spirit of Love Can breathe o'er them, who feel his spells; That heaven, which forms his home, above, He can make, on earth, wherever he dwells, As thou❜lt own, if thou wilt be mine, love! TO LADIES' EYES. AIR-Fague a Ballagh. To Ladies' eyes a round, boy, Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs, The countless eyes that brighten This earth of ours, this earth of ours, But fill the cup, where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! Some looks there are, so holy, They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv'n, As splendid beacons, solely, To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. While some-oh! ne'er believe them— With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them!) The other way, the other way. But fill the cup, &c. In some, as in a mirror, Love seems pourtray'd, Love seems pour tray'd, But shun the flattering error, 'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling In eyes we know, in eyes we know, So here they go! so here they go! FORGET NOT THE FIELD. AIR-The Lamentation of Aughrim. FORGET not the field where they perish'd, All gone-and the bright hope we cherish'd Oh! could we from death but recover Those hearts, as they bounded before, In the face of high heav'n to fight over That combat for Freedom once more; Could the chain for an instant be riven |