Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last: All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee, Oh, if there be a charm In love, to banish harm- Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last: All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee LOVE, WANDERING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE. LOVE, wandering through the golden maze Traced every lock with fond delays, And, doting, lingered there. And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was close confined, And every curlet was a tie A chain by beauty twined. MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH. THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. MERRILY every bosom boundeth, Where the song of freedom soundeth, There the warrior's arms Shed more splendour; There the maiden's charms Shine more tender; Every joy the land surroundeth, Merrily oh! merrily oh! Wearily every bosom pineth, Where the bond of slavery twineth There the warrior's dart Hath no fleetness; 1 There the maiden's heart Cheerily then from hill and valley, Like your native fountains sally, If a glorious death, Sweeter be than breath, Sighed in slavery, Round the flag of freedom rally, REMEMBER THE TIME. THE CASTILIAN MAID. OH remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille, Oh never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, OH, SOON RETURN. THE white sail caught the evening ray, Through many a clime our ship was driven, Now sunned by summer's zone: Yet still, where'er our course we lay, When evening bid the west wave burn, I thought I heard her faintly say, " Oh soon return!" If ever yet my bosom found Its thoughts one moment turned om thee, 'Twas when the combat raged around, And brave men looked to me. And then, when victory's calm came o'er LOVE THEE. OH, yes!-so well, so tenderly Were worthless without thee. Though brimmed with blessings pure and rare Life's cup before me lay, Unless thy love were mingled there, I'd spurn the draught away. Love thee?-so well, so tenderly, Thou'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty; Are worthless without thee. Without thy smile, how joylessly Those worlds for which the conqueror sighs For me have now no charms; My only world those radiant eyes— ONE DEAR SMILE. COULDST thou look as dear as when Couldst thou make me feel again Oh how blissful life would be j Hopes that now beguiling leave ine, Joys that lie in slumber cold- All would wake, couldst thou but give me Oh there's nothing left us now Love so warm, so wild, to last. THE DAY OF LOVE. THE beam of morning trembling Thus love begins-sweet morn of love! The noontide ray ascended, Thus love expands-warm noon of love i But evening came, o'ershading The glories of the sky, Like faith and fondness fading From passion's altered eye. Thus love declines-cold eve of love THE SONG OF WAR. THE Song of war shall echo through our mountams Till not one hateful link remains Of slavery's lingering chains; Till not one tyrant tread our plains, Nor traitor lip pollute our fountains. gay, Or hear, O Peace, thy welcome lay Resounding through her sunny mountains. The song of war shall echo through our mountains, Till Victory's self shall smiling say, "Your cloud of foes hath passed away, And Freedom comes with new-born ray, To gild your vines and light your fountains." Shall Lusitania's sons be gay, Or hear, O Peace, thy welcome lay THE YOUNG ROSE. THE young rose which I gave thee, so dewy and bright, Oh, take thou this young rose, and let her life be WHEN MIDST THE GAY I MEET. WHEN midst the gay I meet That blessed smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet, But when to me alone Your secret tears you show, O then I feel those tears my own, Give smiles to those who love you less, The snow on Jura's steep Can smile with many a beam, Yet still in chains of coldness sleep, But when some deep-felt ray, Oh then, the smile is warmed away, Then still with bright looks bless Give smiles to those who love you less, But keep your tears for me. WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS. WHEN twilight dews are falling soft |