Oh, come with me. Oh, come with me, I'll row thee o'er Then come with me, &c. O! could I count the stars above As soon the stars may cease to rise, Ere my fond heart forget its sighs, I saw from the Reach. AIR-Miss Molly. I saw from the beach, when the morning was shi ning, A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining, The bark was still there, but the waters were gone! Ah! such is the fate of our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known: Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone! Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; Give me back, give me back, the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'd a new life through his frame; And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame. O saw ye the Lass wi' the bonnie As sung by Mr. SINCLAIR. O saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een? When night overshadows her cot in the glen, Come, Rest in this Bosom. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thou hast call'd me thy angel, in moments of bliss ; Oft in the stilly Night. Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears of boyhood's hears, The eyes that shone, now dimm'd and gone, Thus in the stilly night, &c. When I remember all The friends so link'd together, Like leaves in winter weather, I feel like one who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, whose garland's dead, Thus in the stilly night, &c. My Bark is upon the deep, Love. My comrades impatient call, Awake, while the fairies sleep, love, The sun may dry up the tear, love, Awake! for yon splashing oar, love, I go but ere yonder star, love, Thy Carlos shall seek the war, love, Farewell! farewell! farewell! This Life is all Checker'd. AIR-The Bunch of green Rushes. This life is all checker'd with pleasures and woes, That chase one another like waves of the deep, Each billow, as brightly or darkly it flows, Reflecting our eyes as they sparkle or weep. So closely our whims on our miseries tread, That the laugh is called up ere the tear can be dried; And as fast as the rain-drop of pity is shed, The goose plumage of folly can turn it aside. But pledge me the cup, if existence would cloy, And the short brilliant folly, that flashes and dies. When Hylas was sent with his urn to the fount, Thro' fields full of sunshine, with heart full of play, Light rambled the boy over meadow and mount, And neglected his task for the flowers on the way. Thus some who, like me, should have drawn, and have tasted That fountain that runs by philosophy's shrine, Their time with the flowers on the margin have wasted, And left their light urns all as empty as mine. But pledge me the goblet-while idleness weaves Her flow'rets together, if wisdom can see One bright drop or two, that has fall'n on the leaves From her fountain divine, 'tis sufficient for me. 4 Honi soit qui mal y pense. Honi soit qui mal y pense, English knights their motto bear, English knights their motto bear, |