When sets the sun on Afric's shore,

That instant all is night,
And so should life at once be o'er,
When Love withdraws his light.
Nor, like our northern day gleam on
Through twilight's dim delay-
The cold remains of lustre gone.
Of fire long pass'd away.

Oh yes, that time, that dreary time,
To him whose heart hath flown

O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime,
And made each flow'r its own.

MY HARP HAS ONE UNCHANGING THEME.

AIR-Swedish.

My harp has one unchanging theme,
One strain that still comes o'er
Its languid chord, as 'twere a dream
Of joy that's now no more.
In vain I try with livelier air

To wake the breathing string,

That voice of other times is there,
And saddens all I sing.

Breathe on, breathe on, thou languid strain,

Henceforth be all my own,

Though thou art oft so full of pain,
Few hearts can bear thy tone.
Yet oft thou'rt sweet, as if the sigh,
The breath that Pleasure's wings
Gave out, when last they wanton'd by,
Were still upon thy strings.

OH! NO, NOT E'EN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED.

AIR-Cashmerian.

OH! no, not e'en when first we loved,
Wert thou as dear as now thou art;
Thy beauty then my senses moved,

But now thy virtue bind my heart-
What was put Passion's sigh before,

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,
Might kindle with more wild desire,
Believe me, it has gain'd in truth

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 !
May life be for thee one summer's day,
And all that thou wishest, and all that thou lo-

vest,

Come smiling around thy sunny way!
If sorrow e'er this calm should break,
May ev'n thy tears pass off so lightly,
That like spring-showers, they'll only make
The smiles that follow shine more brightly!

Time, who sheds his blight o'er all,
And daily dooms some joy to death,
O'er thee let years so gently fall,

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,
Wreath my brows with laurel,
For the tale I sing,
Has, for once, a moral!
Common Sense, one night,
Though not used to gambols,
Went out, by moon-light,
With Genius on his rambles,
While I touch the string, etc.

Common Sense went on,
Many wise things saying;

While the light that shone
Soon set Genius straying.

One his eye ne'er raised

From the path before him;
T'other idly gazed

On each night cloud o'er him
While I touch the string, etc.

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.