He will think on ner he loves, MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying Heav'n, in warm devotion, For his weal, where'er he be. Hope and fear's alternate billow Yielding late to Nature's law; Whisp'ring spirits, round my pillow Talk of him that's far awa. Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Gentle night! do thou befriend me Downy sleep, the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me, Talk of him that's far awa, FAIR ELIZA. A GAELIC AIR. TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kinc blink, before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover; Canst thou break his faithful heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza; If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? Not the bee upon the blossom, Not the poet, in the moment Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, TUNE ELIZA. "Nancy's to the Greenwood," &c. FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows O mem❜ry, spare the cruel throes And yet in secret languish, To feel a fire in ev'ry vein, Nor dare disclose my anguish. Love's veriest wretch, unseen, unknown, I know thou doom'st me to despair, The music of thy voice I heard, THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE. THE Catrine woods were yellow seen, Thro' faded groves Maria sang, Hersel' in beauty's bloom the whyle, Low in your wint'ry beds, ye flow'rs, But here, alas! for me, nae mair Shall birdie charm, or flow'ret smile, Farewell the bonie banks of Ayr, Farewell, farewell! sweet Ballochmyle. GLOOMY DECEMBER. ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December. Ance mair I hail thee, wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, oh! ne'er to meet mair! Fond lovers' parting is sweet, painful pleasure; Wild as the Winter now tearing the forest, Till the last leaf o' the Summer is flown, Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom, Since my last hope and last comfort is gone. Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December, BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, thou darling of my heart' Sever'd from thee, can I survive? But fate has will'd, and we must part I'll often greet this surging swell, "E'en here I took the last farewell; Along the solitary shore, While flitting sea-fowl 1ound me cry, |