Dream!-Who dreams Of the god who governs a thousand streams? Than grape or tree, And the best of all good company! SHE NEVER BLAMED HIM-NEVER. T. H. BAYLY.] [Music by Sir H. R. BISHOP, She never blamed him-never,- And she tried to look the same. For whene'er she tried to smile, In her blue eye all the while. She knew that she was dying, O'er her beauty's blighted bloom. 'Tis true that he had lured her To the cold world's cruel scorn; But yet she never blamed him For the anguish she had known, She sighed when he caress'd her, And she heard the bugle's sound- LIFE IS A RIVER. CHARLES JEFFERYS.] [Music by S. NELSON, Oh, life is a river, and man is the boat, That he is a fool who takes sorrow aboard. We all have a taste of the ups and downs, Would summer be prized for its fruits and its flowers If winter ne'er followed with storm, winds, and showers? And does not the brightest of pleasures appear I ask not for gold, are there treasures in wealth, "STRIKE THE IRON WHILE IT'S HOT." [Music by LOVELL PHILLIPS. With the light be up and doing J. E. CARPENTER.] For there's danger in delay, Hope deferred but leads to ruin, Strike the iron, &c. Good advice ye need not spurn it, And upon himself relies. Lose no time in vain upbraiding,- Strike the iron, &c. Would ye do a kindly action, That the act was kindly meant. Look in each as on a brother,- Strike the iron, &c. I DO NOT LOVE THEE! [Music by Mrs. NORTON. Hon. Mrs. NORTON.] I do not love thee,-yet, when thou art gone, I do not love thee,-yet I know not why,Whate'er thou dost, seems still well done to me; And often, in my solitude, I sigh That those I do love are not more like thee. THE GIPSY KING. From the German.] Oh, 'tis I am the gipsy king, [Music by W. WEST. And where is there king like me? No other is half so free. In my kingdom there is but one table, For I am the gipsy king! A king, and a true one am I, No courtier nor minister fear; Ha ha! I see everything with mine own eye And hear everything with mine own ear. Among brothers and equals I rule; I confess that I am but a man, My failings who pleases may know, I'm fond of my girl and my can, And jolly companions a row. My subjects are kind to me, They don't grudge me the largest glass, Nor yet that I hold on my knee At this moment the prettiest lass. For I, &c. Ne'er a king do I envy, nor Keyser, For I, &c. WHY DID SHE LEAVE HIM? J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. E. PERRING. Why did she leave him? they grew up together; In the old church-on the old village greenNever apart in the sunshiny weather, Ellen and Edward in childhood were seen. And, when her hand, as his bride, he demantled, He who was once 'mid the young and gay-hearted, Wan are his cheeks whence the smile has departed, Bright are the eyes that around him are beaming, Now she rides by in her pride and her carriage, But where is the bloom that once shone on her cheek? Haughty and cold are the friends of her marriage; Now she must feel what she dare not to speak! She, perchance, sighs for her earlier hours Grieves for the sorrow that he must endure--Would give up the world for a wreath of wild flowers,Why did she leave him because he was poor? |