Next, Love, as he lean'd o'er the plant to admire
Each tendril and cluster it wore,

From his rosy mouth sent such a breath of desire,
As made the tree tremble all o'er.

Oh, never did flow'r of the earth, sea, or sky,
Such a soul-giving odour inhale :

""Tis the Vine! 'tis the Vine!" all re-echo the cry,
"Hail, hail to the Wine-tree, all hail!"

Last, Joy, without whom even Love and Wit die,
Came to crown the bright hour with his ray;
And scarce had that mirth-waking tree met his eye,
When a laugh spoke what Joy could not say;-
A laugh of the heart, which was echoed around
Till, like music, it swell'd on the gale;

"Tis the Vine! 'tis the Vine!" laughing myriads resound,

"Hail, hail to the Wine-tree, all hail!"

THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS.

WHEN o'er the silent seas alone,

For days and nights we've cheerless gone,
Oh they who've felt it know how sweet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet.

Sparkling at once is ev'ry eye,

"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!" our joyful cry;

While answering back the sounds we hear

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'Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer? what cheer?"

Then sails are back'd, we nearer come,
Kind words are said of friends and home;
And soon, too soon, we part with pain,

To sail o'er silent seas again.

HIP, HIP, HURRA!

COME, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim, He who shrinks from a bumper I pledge not to him; "Here's the girl that each loves, be her eye of what hue, "Or lustre, it may, so her heart is but true."

Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Come, charge high again, boys, nor let the full wine Leave a space in the brimmer, where daylight may shine; "Here's the friends of our youth - though of some we're

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bereft,

May the links that are lost but endear what are left!" Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Once more fill a bumper

ne'er talk of the hour;

On hearts thus united old Time has no pow'r.

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May our lives, tho' alas! like the wine of to-night,

They must soon have an end, to the last flow as bright." Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Quick, quick, now, I'll give you, since Time's glass will

run

Ev'n faster than ours doth, three bumpers in one;

"Here's the poet who sings here's the warrior who

fights

"Here's the statesman who speaks, in the cause of men's rights!"

Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Come, once more, a bumper! then drink as you please, Tho' who could fill half-way to toasts such as these? "Here's our next joyous meeting — and oh when we

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meet,

May our wine be as bright and our union as sweet!"

Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

HUSH, HUSH!

"HUSH, hush!" how well

That sweet word sounds,
When Love, the little sentinel,
Walks his night-rounds;

Then, if a foot but dare

One rose-leaf crush,

Myriads of voices in the air

Whisper, "Hush, Lush!"

"Hark, hark, 'tis he!"

The night-elves cry,

And hush their fairy harmony,

While he steals by;

But if his silv'ry feet

One dew-drop brush,

Voices are heard in chorus sweet,

Whisp'ring, "Hush, hush!"

THE PARTING BEFORE THE BATTLE.

HE.

ON to the field, our doom is seal'd,
To conquer or be slaves:

This sun shall see our nation free,

Or set upon our graves.

SHE.

Farewell, oh farewell, my love,
May Heav'n thy guardian be,
And send bright angels from above
To bring thee back to me.

HE.

On to the field, the battle-field,

Where Freedom's standard waves, This sun shall see our tyrant yield, Or shine upon our graves.

THE WATCHMAN.

A TRIO.

WATCHMAN.

PAST twelve o'clock

- past twelve.

Good night, good night, my dearest

How fast the moments fly! 'Tis time to part, thou hearest That hateful watchman's cry.

Now wrap thy cloak about thee—
The hours must sure go wrong,
For when they're passed without thee,
They're, oh, ten times as long.

SAY, WHAT SHALL WE DANCE?

SAY, what shall we dance?

Shall we bound along the moonlight plain,

To music of Italy, Greece, or Spain?
Say, what shall we dance?