Oft his thoughts on the pinions of fancy shall roam, And in slumber revisit his love and his home, Where the eyes of affection with tenderness gleam: Ah! who would awake from so blissful a dream? Rest! warrior, rest!

Come down to the lattice.

Come down to the lattice,

Come down, love, and list,

When eve lights her stars
In the purple of mist.
My heart like a traveller,
Long journeying afar,
Looks up to thy zenith,
Hope's beautiful star.

I have vows for thy bosom
To sigh unto truth,
I have perilous tales

Of the bridal of youth.
O come to the lattice, love,
Come thee and list,

When the stars are so bright

In the beautiful mist.

Pensez a moi, ma chere amie!
When sorrow clouds thy dream of mirth,
And promised joys fade too soon,
When flowers lie scentless on the earth,
Nor hope is left to gild the gloom;
Then while sad thy heart may be,
Pensez a moi, ma chere amie!

When music sheds its sweetest lay,

When dying winds are heard at night,

And fancy with some magic ray

Shall soothe the breast with visions bright;

Then while thy heart is calm and free,
Pensez a moi, ma chere amie!

Fate may sunder ties the nearest,

As now it tears this form from thine, Hearts whose love is purest, dearest,

Feel the blight that's withering mine; Yet still with life 'twill cling to thee, Pensez a moi, ma chere amie! But now adieu-one pearly tear

Is stealing down thy fever'd cheek,
To kindred souls how sweet, how dear,
Expressing more than tongue can speak!

Pure as that tear my faith shall be,
Pensez a moi, ma chere amie!

The Harper's song.
Summer eve is gone and past,
Summer dew is falling fast;
I have wander'd all the day,
Do not bid me farther stray;
Gentle hearts of gentle kin,
Take the wandering harper in.

Bid not me in battle field,
Buckler lift, or broad sword wield;
All my strength and all my art,
Is to touch the gentle heart,
With the wizard notes that ring
From the peaceful minstrel string.

I have song of war for knight,
Lay of love for lady bright;
Fairy tale to lull the ear,

Goblin grim the maids to scare;
Dark the night, and long till day:
Do not bid me farther stray

Say, my heart, why wildly beating,
Say, my heart, why wildly beating,
Dost thou such emotion prove?
Canst thou, when thy lover meeting,
Fear his truth or doubt his love?
No, gently no, my bosom sighs;
No, gently no, my heart replies:
Then, fond heart, be silent, ever
Be thy wild emotion o'er,
For with doubt and fearing
Never shalt thou throb,
No, no, no, never more,
No, no, no, never more.

Light of life, and life's best blessing,
Is the love that meets return;
Shall I, that rich boon possessing,
E'er the matchless blessing spurn?
No, fondly no, my bosom sighs:
No, gently no, my heart replies:
Then be joy my inmate ever,
Since each anxious dread is o'er;
For with fear and doubting
Never shall it throb,

No, no, no, never more,
No, no, no, never more.

My heart is thine,

Ask not why it is I love thee,
Why ?-Why is heaven divine?·
I only know I cannot tell thee,

But my heart, my heart is thine.
Why loves the breeze at noon to sigh?

Why cease, why cease the stars to shine?

I cannot solve, I know not why,

But my heart, my heart is thine,

Why loves the breeze at noon to sigh? Why cease, why cease the stars to shine? I cannot solve, I know not why,

But my heart, my heart is thine.

Though others smile with kindness on me,
This heart, this heart alone is thine,
Its every pulse an off'ring to thee,
So hallowed is its shrine.

The sun will hold his onward course,
Thus does my love, my love incline
To thee, and nought on earth can force
My heart, my heart from being thine.
In vain thou bid'st me to forget thee,
Death will first, will first be mine-
E'en then my flitting soul shall bless thee,
For my heart, my heart is thine.

Each thought that haunts my fever'd brain,
From love's first dawn is thine, is thine,

And this the latest, breathes again
That my heart, my heart is thine.

The Sailor's Tear,

He leap'd into his boat,

As it lay upon the strand;

But oh! his heart was far away,
With his friends upon the land;
He thought of those he lov'd the best,
A wife and infant dear,

And feeling fill'd the sailor's breast,

The sailor's eye a tear.

They stood upon the far-off cliff,
And wav'd a kerchief white,
And gaz'd upon his gallant bark,
Till she was out of sight;

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The sailor cast a look behind,
No longer saw them near,
Then rais'd the canvas to his eye,
And wiped away a tear.

Ere long, o'er ocean's blue expanse

His sturdy bark had sped;

The gallant sailor from her prow

Descries a sail ahead;

And then he rais'd his mighty arm,
Columbia's foes were near;
Ay, then he rais'd his arm, but not
To wipe away a tear.

Teach me, oh! teach me to forget.
Friends depart, and memory takes them,
To her caverns pure and deep;
And a forc'd smile only wakes them,
From the shadows where they sleep.
Who shall school the heart's affection?
Who shall banish its regret ?
If you blame my deep dejection,
Teach, oh! teach me to forget.

Bear me not to festive bowers,
"Twas with them I sat there last;
Weave me not spring's early flowers,
They'll remind me of the past.
Music seems like mournful wailing,
In the halls where we have met,
Mirth's gay call is unavailing ;
Teach, oh! teach me to forget!

One who hopelessly remembers,
Cannot bear a dawning light;
He would rather watch the embers
Of a Love that once was bright;