When sets the sun on Afric's shore, That instant all is night, Oh yes, that time, that dreary time, O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime, MY HARP HAS ONE UNCHANGING THEME. AIR-Swedish. My harp has one unchanging theme, To wake the breathing string, That voice of other times is there, Breathe on, breathe on, thou languid strain, Henceforth be all my own, Though thou art oft so full of pain, OH! NO, NOT E'EN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED. AIR-Cashmerian. OH! no, not e'en when first we loved, But now thy virtue bind my heart- Has since been turn'd to Reason's vow, Aud though I then might love thee more, Trust me I love thee better now. Although my heart, in earlier youth, Much more than it has lost in fire. The flame now warms my inmost core, That then but sparkled o'er my brow; And though I seem'd to love thee more, Yet, oh! I love thee better now. PEACE BE AROUND THEE. AIR-Scotch. PEACE be around thee, wherever thou rovest ! vest, Come smiling around thy sunny way! Time, who sheds his blight o'er all, They shall not crush one flow'r beneath! As half in shade, and half in sun, This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon, Be all that shall ever meet thy glances! COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS. WHILE I TOUCH THE STRING. AIR-French. WHILE I touch the string, Common Sense went on, While the light that shone One his eye ne'er raised From the path before him; On each night cloud o'er him So they came at last, To a shady river; Common Sense soon pass'd Safe, as he doth ever. While the boy, whose look Was in heav'n that minute, Never saw the brook But tumbled headlong in it. While I touch the string, etc. On the bank, ('tis said, Died) of that cold river! While I touch the string, etc. |