Are they shed for that moment of blissful delight, Which dwells on her memory yet? Do they flow like the dews of the love-breathing night, From the warmth of the sun that has set? Oh! sweet is the tear on that languishing smile, And if such are the drops that delight can beguile, WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD. AIR-"Garyone." WE may roam through this world, like a child at a feast, Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest, And when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, We may order our wings and be off to the west. But if hearts that feel, and eyes that smile, Are the dearest gift that heav'n supplies, We never need leave our own green isle For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. In England, the garden of beauty is kept L Oh, they want the wild sweet-briery fence, In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail, But just pilots her off, and then bids her good bye! While the daughters of Erin keep the boy I KNEW BY THE SMOKE. I KNEW by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, "A heart that was humble might hope for it here.' 'Twas noon, and on flowers that languish'd around In silence repos'd the voluptuous bee: Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound But the wood-pecker, tapping the hollow beechtree." And "Here in this lone little wood," I exclaim'd, "With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, "Who would blush when I prais'd her, and when I blam'd, weep "How blest could I live and how calm could I die! "By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips "In the gush of the fountain how sweet to recline, "And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips Which had never been sigh'd, on by any but mine !" THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. AIR-"The head of old Denis." THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the blest charms of nature im prove, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Ovoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, We twae hae run about the braes, But we've wandered mony a weary foot For auld, c. We twae hae paidlet i' the burn, But seas between us braid hae roar'd, For auld, &c. And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And we'll tak a right gude wille-waught, For auld, c. And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS, TUNE" Rothemurche's Rant." CHORUS. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And when the welcome simmer-shower Lassie wi', &c. |