Он, come to me when daylight sets;

Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets

O'er the moonlight sea.

When Mirth's awake, and Love begins,

Beneath that glancing ray,

With sound of lutes and mandolins,

To steal young hearts away.

Then, come to me when daylight sets;
Sweet! then come to me,
When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moonlight sea

Oh, then's the hour for those who love,
Sweet! like thee and me;

When alls so calm below, above,

In heav'n and o'er the sea,

When maidens sing sweet barcarolles
And Echo sings again

So sweet, that all with ears and souls
Should love and listen then.

So, come to me when daylight sets;
Sweet! then come to me,
When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moonlight sea.

GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.

(MALTESE AIR.)

GAILY sounds the castanet,

Beating time to bounding feet,
When, after daylight's golden set,

Maids and youths by moonlight meet.

Oh, then, how sweet to move

Through all that maze of mirth,
Led by light from eyes we love
Beyond all eyes on earth.

Then, the joyous banquet spread
On the cool and fragrant ground,
With heav'n's bright sparklers overhead,
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh, then, how sweet to say

Into some lov'd one's ear,

Thoughts reserv'd through many a day
To be thus whisper'd here.

When the dance and feast are done,
Arm in arm as home we stray,
How sweet to see the dawning sun
O'er her cheek's warm blushes play!
Then, too, the farewell kiss-

The words, whose parting tone
Lingers still in dreams of bliss,

That haunt young hearts alone.

WHEN LOVE IS KIND.

WHEN Love is kind,

Cheerful and free,

Love's sure to find

Welcome from me.

But when Love brings
Heartache or pang,
Tears, and such things-
Love may go hang!

If Love can sigh

For one alone,
Well pleas'd am I
To be that one.

But should I see

Love giv'n to rove

To two or three,

Then-good-by, Love!

Love must, in short,
Keep fond and true,
Through good report,
And evil too.

Else, here I swear,
Young Love may g
For aught I care-

To Jericho.

BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS.

(WELSH AIR.)

BRIGHT be thy dreams-may all thy weeping
Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping.

May those by death or seas remov'd,
The friends, who in thy spring-time knew thee,
All, thou hast ever priz'd or lov'd,
In dreams come smiling to thee!

There may the child, whose love lay deepest,
Dearest of all, come while thou sleepest;

Still as she was-no charm forgot

No lustre lost that life had given;

Or, if changed, but chang'd to what
Thou'lt find her yet in Heaven!

NO-LEAVE MY HEART TO REST.

No-leave my heart to rest, if rest it may,
When youth, and love, and hope, have pass'd away.
Couldst thou, when summer hours are fled,

To some poor leaf that's fall'n and dead,
Bring back the hue it wore, the scent it shed?
No-leave this heart to rest, if rest it may,

When youth, and love, and hope, have pass'd away.

Oh, had I met thee then, when life was bright,
Thy smile might still have fed its tranquil light;
But now thou com'st like sunny skies,

Too late to cheer the seaman's eyes,

When wreck'd and lost his bark before him lies!
No-leave this heart to rest, if rest it may,

Since youth, and love, and hope, have pass'd away.

WIND thy horn, my hunter boy,

And leave thy lute's inglorious sighs;

Hunting is the hero's joy,

Till war his nobler game supplies.

Hark the hound-bells ringing sweet,

While hunters shout, and the woods repeat,

Hilli-ho! Hilli-lio'