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,
That smile which is loveliest then,

And if such are the drops that delight can beguile,
Thou shalt weep them again and again.

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
By a dragon of prudery, plac'd within call;
But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept,
That the garden's but carelessly watch'd af-
ter all.

L

Oh, they want the wild sweet-briery fence,
Which round the flowers of Erin dwells;
Which warms the touch, while winning the sense;
Nor charms us least when it most repels.
Then remember, &c.

In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail,
On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try,
Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail,

But just pilots her off, and then bids her good bye!

While the daughters of Erin keep the boy
Even smiling beside his faithful oar,
Through billows of woe and beams of joy,
The same as he look'd when he left the shore.
Then remember me, &c.

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
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green:
'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no,—it was something more exquisite still.

'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,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

CHORUS.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,

We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twae hae run about the braes,
And put't the gowans fine;

But we've wandered mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.

For auld, c.

We twae hae paidlet i' the burn,
Frae mornin sun till dine :

But seas between us braid hae roar'd,
Sin auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine;

And we'll tak a right gude wille-waught,
For auld lang syne.

For auld, c.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine;

And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, c.

LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS,

TUNE" Rothemurche's Rant."

CHORUS.

Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,
Bonnie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my dearie O?

Now nature cleeds the flowery lea,
And a' is young and sweet like thee;
O wilt thou share its joy wi' me,
And say thou❜lt be my dearie O?
Lassie wi', &c.

And when the welcome simmer-shower
Has chear'd ilk drooping little flower,
We'll to the breathing woodbine bower
At sultry noon, my dearie O.

Lassie wi', &c.