But ah! if vain the patriot's zeal, If neither valour's force nor wisdom's light Can break or melt that blood-cemented seal Which shuts so close the book of Europe's rightWhat song shall then in sadness tell Of broken pride, of prospects shaded; Of buried hopes, remembered well, Of ardour quenched and honour faded? What muse shall mourn the breathless brave, In sweetest dirge at memory's shrine? What harp shall sigh o'er Freedom's grave? O Erin! thine! "The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and he sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summ- and winter."-Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17. I. THOU art, O God! the life and light Are but reflections caught from Thee. II. When day, with farewell beam, delays Through golden vistas into heaven; III. When night, with wings of starry gloom, I have heard that this air is by the late Mrs. Sheridan. 1 cautiful old words, "I do confess thou'rt smooth and fait." It is sung to the IV. When youthful spring arcund us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, Are blossoms gathered for the tomb,There's nothing bright but Heaven! III. Poor wanderers of a stormy day,' FALLEN IS THY THRONE. AIR-Martini. I. FALLEN is thy throne, O Israel! Where are the dews that fed thee On Etham's barren shore? That fire from heaven which led thee II. Lord! thou didst love Jerusalem ;— Her love thy fairest heritage, Thy long-loved olive-tree ;-- III. Then sunk the star of Solyma ;- IV. "Go," said the Lord-"ye conquerors! O'er kindred bones shall tread, WHO IS THE MAID? ** I. WHO is the maid my spirit seeks, Through cold reproof and slander's blight, Is hers an eye of this world's light? No, wan and sunk with midnight prayer * "I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies."-Jer. xii. 7. "Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory."-Jer. xiv, 21. "The Lord called thy name, A green olive-tree, fair, and of goodly fruit," &c.-Jer. xi. 16. $"For he shall be like the heath in the desert."-Jer. xvii. 6. "Take away her battlements; for they are not the Lord's."-Jer. v. 10. ། "Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place."-Jer. vii. 32. **These lines were suggested by a passage in St. Jerome's reply to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated upon his intimacy with the Matron Paula:-"Numquid me vestes serica, nitentes gemmæ, picta facies, aut auri rapuit ambitio? Nulla funt alia Romæ matronarum, quæ meam possit edomare - Epist. **Si tibi mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans, fletu pene cæcata.' putem." " " Or if, at times, a light be there, II. I chose not her, my soul's elect, From those who seek their Maker's shrine As if themselves were things divine! III. Not so the faded form I prize And love, because its bloom is gone; Is all the grace her brow puts on. THE BIRD LET LOOSE. AIR-Beethoven. I. THE bird, let loose in Eastern skies, + But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. II. So grant me, God, from every care * Οὐ γαρ χρυσοφορείν την δακρύουσαν δει.-Chrysost. Homil. 8, in Epist. ad Tim. The carrier pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined. |