THEN, FARE THEE WELL.

AIR-Old English.

THEN fare thee well, my own dear love,
This world has now for us
No greater grief, no pain above
The pain of parting thus,
Dear Love!

The pain of parting thus!

Had we but known, since first we met, Some few short hours of bliss,

We might, in numb'ring them, forget

The deep, deep pain of this,

Dear love!

The deep, deep pain of this.

But

no, alas! we've never seen

One glimpse of pleasure's ray,

But still there came some cloud between,

And chased it all away,

Dear love!

And chased it all away!

Yet ev'n could those sad moments last,

Far dearer to my heart,

Were hours of grief together past,
Than years of mirth apart,

Dear love!

Than years of mirth apart.

Farewell, our hope was born in fears,
And nursed 'mid vain regrets ;
Like winter suns, it rose in tears,
Like them in tears it sets,

Dear love!

Like them in tears it sets.

GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.

AIR-Maltese.

GAILY Sounds the castanet,

Beating time to bounden feet, When, after day-light's golden set, Maids and youths by moon-light meet,

Oh! then, how sweet to move

Through all that maze of mirth,Lighted by those eyes we love, Beyond all eyes on earth.

Then, the joyous banquet spread

On the cool and fragrant ground,

With night's bright eye-beams over head,
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh! then, how sweet to say

Into the loved one's ear,

Thoughts reserved through many a day,
To be thus whisper'd here.

When the dance and feast are done,
Arm in arm as home we stray:
How sweet to see the dawning sun
O'er her cheeks warm blushes play!
Then, then the farewell kiss,

And words whose parting tone
Lingers still in dreams of bliss,
That haunt young hearts alone.

Ensnares them night and day.

In vain conceal'd they lie,

Love tracks them every where;

In vain aloft they fly,

Love shoots them flying there.

But 'tis his joy most sweet,
At early dawn to trace
The print of Beauty's feet,

And give the trembler chace.
And most he loves through snow

To track those footsteps fair,
For then the boy doth know

None track'd before him there.

COME. CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR AWAY.

AIR-French.

COME, chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs;
To-night, at least, to-night he gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings!
Like sun-set gleams, that linger late,
When all is dark'ning fast,

Are hours like these we snatch from fate,
The brightest and the last.

Then chase that starting tear away,

Ere mine to meet it springs,

To-night, at least, to-night be gay,

Whate'er to-morrow brings.

To gild our dark'ning life, if heav'n

But one bright hour allow,

Oh! think that one bright hour is giv'n

In all its splendour now.

Let's live it out-then sink in night,
Like waves, that from the shore

One minute swell—are touch'd with light,
Then lost for ever more.

Come, chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs ;
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.

JOYS OF YOUTH. HOW FLEETING

WHISP'RINGS, HEARD BY WAKEFUL MAIDS.

AIR-Portuguese.

WHISP'RINGS, heard by wakeful maids,
To whom the night-stars guide us—
Sto'en walks through moon-light shades,
With those we love beside us-

Hearts beating,

At meeting,