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Then think of the friend, who once welcomed
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
But he ne'er will forget the short vision, that threw
Its enchantment around him, while ling'ring with
And still on that evening, when pleasure fills
To the highest top sparkle each heart and each
Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends! shall be with you that
Shall join in your revels, your sports and your
And return to me, beaming all o'er with your smiles!
Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay
Some kind voice had murmur'd, «< I wish he were here!
Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which he cannot destroy,
Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and
And bring back the features that joy used to
Long, long be my heart with such memories
Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill'd!
You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you
But the scent of the roses will hang round it
OH! DOUBT ME NOT.
AIR-Yellow Wat and the Fox.
OH! doubt me not the season
Is o'er, when Folly made me rove,
And now the vestal, Reason,
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. Although this heart was early blown, And fairest hands disturb'd the tree, They only shook some blossoms down, Its fruit has all been kept for thee. Then doubt me not- the season Is o'er, when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason,
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love.
And though my lute no longer
I feel the bliss I do not tell.
Is o'er, when Folly kept me free,
Shall guard the flame awaked by thee.
YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.1
AIR-Were I a Clerk,
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,
And love was the light of their lowly cot. Together they toil'd through winds and rains, Till William at length in sadness said,
"We most seek our fortune on other plains ;»— Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.
They roam'd a long and a weary way,
They see a proud castle among the trees. « To night,» said the youth, «we'll shelter there; « The wind blows cold, the hour is late: »
1 This ballad was suggested by a well-known and interesting story, told of a certain Noble Family in England
So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air,
Now, welcome Lady, » exclaim'd the youth,<< This castle is thine, and these dark woods
She believed him wild, but his words were truth For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall!
And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves
What William, the stranger, woo'd and wed; And the light of bliss in these lordly groves, Is pure as it shone in the lowly shed.
I'D MOURN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE ME.
AIR-The Rose Tree.
I'D mourn the hopes that leave me,