Eagerly crowding on the deck A hundred seamen stand, Whose hearts beat high as they seek to catch A glance of their native land. Whose hearts, &c. A thunder roll and a heavy cloud, Before whose powers the quivering masts She strikes! she strikes! to the boats, hurrah! Down, down she goes, and the ocean gulph An hour since, and a hundred hearts The blast is lull'd to a zephyr's breath, And the sea grows calm as an infant's smile O'er the hearts that rest beneath. THE MEETING OF SHIPS. [THOMAS MOORE.] When o'er the silent seas alone For days and nights we've cheerless gone, แ Ship ahoy!" our joyful cry, While answering back the sounds we hear, Then sails are backed-we nearer come- T. FRICKER.] OLD CHRISTMAS. [Music by E. J. LODER. Old Christmas, jolly Christmas, with thy gay and jocund face, Let holly-branch and mistletoe thy ruddy temples grace, Come, circle round the festive board, while winter's snows do fall, Thou'rt still a welcome visitor in cottage and in hall; And when we hail thy coming joy, on every brow we trace Old Christmas, jolly Christmas, with thy gay and jocund face. Old Christmas, sober Christmas-there is many a vacant seat Around the piled and crackling hearth where friends were wont to meet; And while we greet thy presence with a seeming merry state, We sigh to think how many an ingle nook is desolate; And 'midst our glee and frolicking, some sorrow do we trace, Old Christmas, jolly Christmas, with thy frozen pallid face. Old Christmas, beaming Christmas, banish sorrow from thy brow, Let's drink oblivion to the past-we cannot heed it now; Then take the chair we've placed for thee, and drain the brimming glass, "Twill cheer thy cold and aged heart-nay, never let it pass! And you must sing a song, old boy, and join us in our glee, We cannot let old Christmas pass without a lay from thee. THE BATTLE AND THE BREEZE. W. H. BELLAMY.] [Music by S. NELSON, The flaunting flag of liberty, Of Gallia's sons the boast, The only flag that Freedom rears, Is "the flag that's braved a thousand years To aid the trampled rights of man, The mariner where'er he steers, In every clime he sees "The flag that's braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze!" If all unite as once we did, To keep her flag unfurl'd, Old England still may fearless bid But fast will flow a nation's tears If lawless hands should seize "The flag that's braved a thousand years MY HELEN IS THE FAIREST FLOWER. T. KIRBY.] My Helen is the fairest flower [Music by T. KIRBY. That ever graced the sun or shade, Her bosom fairer than the snow, Or April showers, or May morn's breath, Yes, Helen is, &c. Her azure eye when cast above I'VE WATCHED WITH THEE THE DAYLIGHT STEALING. MARK LEMON.] [Music by F. ROMER. I've watch'd with thee the daylight stealing And felt whilst earth appear'd revealing That chased away each cloud of sadness, And show'd how bright this world might be. I've watch'd alone while night was throwing And thought if thou wert near to cheer me, MEET ME IN THE WILLOW GLEN. [Music by A. LEE. Mrs. C. B. WILSON.] Meet me in the willow glen, When the silver moon is beaming, No prying eye shall come, love, To melodious mandolins My songs I'll softly blend, love, A soothing balm shall lend, love. THE BATTLES OF SEBASTOPOL. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. J. LODER. 'Twas twice three hundred noble ships Bore down upon the main, Swift as the greyhound from the slips One thought alone ran through the fleet, Secure the dastard foeman lay Behind his granite wall, But courage yet shall win the day- |