Right firm and true Are the hearts of his crew- And drain the flask, And drink to the Smuggler King. As they, &c. THERE IS A FLOWER THAT BLOOMETH. E. FITZBALL.] [Music by W. V. WALLACE. There is a flower that bloometh, Scarce one tint hath overcast, It wafted perfume o'er us, Of sweet, though sad regret, Is the memory of the past. us, WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING? "I want to know what it says, the sea-what is it that it keeps on saying ?"-Paul, in "Dombey and Son." J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by STEPHEN GLOVER. "What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever, amid our playing, I hear but their low, lone song? Not by the sea-side only There it sounds wild and free; But at night, when 'tis dark and lonely, "Brother! I hear no singing: And the wind, from some bleaker quarter, No, no! it is something greater "Yes! but the waves seem ever Or a warning that calls away?" Curtain'd, and clos'd, and warm, Do not our voices mingle With those of the distant storm ?" Yes, yes! but there's something greater The voice of the great Creator THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. Mrs. SOUTHEY.] [Music by R. TOPLIFF. How happily, how happily the flowers die away! Oh! could we but return to earth as easily as they; Just live a life of sunshine, of innocence, and bloom, Then drop without decrepitude or pain into the tomb. The gay and glorious creatures, "they neither toil nor spin,' Yet, lo! what goodly raiment they're all apparelled in ; No tears are on their beauty, but dewy gems more bright Than ever brow of eastern queen endiadem'd with light. The young rejoicing creatures! their pleasures never pall, Nor lose in sweet contentment, because so free to all; The dew, the shower, the sunshine, the balmy, blessed air, Spend nothing of their freshness, though all may freely share. The happy, careless creatures! of time they take no heed, Nor weary of his creeping, nor tremble at his speed; Nor sigh with sick impatience, and wish the light away; Nor when 'tis gone, cry dolefully, "Would God that it were day." And when their lives are over, they drop away to rest, Unconscious of the final doom, on Nature's holy breast; No pain have they in dying, no shrinking from decay, Oh, could we but return to earth as easily as they! THE WISHING GATE. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by N. J. SPORLE. 'Twas a Michaelmas evc, and rather late, Young Fanny went out to the Wishing Gate For often she'd heard the gossips tell At the Wishing Gate 'neath starlit sky! "I wish for! I wish for!"-and here she sigh'd; When Fanny went home-as the story's told, And she went in her carriage to grace the ball! TAKE HER-SHE HATH LONG BEEN OURS. F. W. N. BAYLEY.] [Music by A, LEE. Take her, she hath long been ours- Sweetest of our valley's flowers, Rose-queen of our peaceful dell! It hath been our pride to rear her, Take her tears of grief or sorrow I will watch her-I will love her; From my harshness than a kiss; Though the world should look unkindly, Dear and lovely, pure and mild! I, though all the world forsake her, TEN SWEET GLIDING YEARS. CHARLES JEFFERYS.] [Music by S. NELSON Dearest, ten sweet gliding years |