I SAW FROM THE BEACH. AIR-"Miss Molly." A SAW from the beach, when the morn ing was shining, A bark o'er the waters move glorious. ly on; I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining, The bark was still there, but the waters were gone. And such is the fate of our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth O, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his frame, And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame? I CANNOT SING THE OLD SONGS. CLARIBEL. I CANNOT sing the old songs I sung, long years ago : I cannot sing the old songs, I cannot sing the old songs, I cannot sing the old songs, My voice may know the old songs, My voice may know the old songs, LISTEN TO THE MOCKING-BIRD. ALICE HAWTHORNE. I'm dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, I'm dreaming now of Hally: For, the thought of her is one that never dies She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley, She's sleeping in the valley, And the mocking-bird is singing where she lies. Listen to the mocking-bird, The mocking-bird still singing o'er her grave; Listen to the mocking-bird, Listen to the mocking-bird, Still singing where the weeping willows wave. Ah well I yet remember, remember, remember, Ah! well I yet remember When we gathered in the cotton, side by side: "Twas in the mild September, September, September, "Twas in the mild September, And the mocking-bird was singing far and wide. Listen to the mocking-bird, etc. When the charms of spring awaken, awaken, awaken, When the charms of spring awaken, And the mocking-bird is singing on the bough, I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, for saken, I feel like one forsaken, Since Hally is no longer with me now. TERRY MALONE. DESMOND RYAN. ONE ev'ning from market returning, ye? For 'tis few have not thought of the same. But my heart is as open as sunshine, If you spake of some one I'll not mention By the bosheen I saw him draw near. And he asked me to meet him alone; For I very well knew what he wanted, So avoided poor Terry Malone. Coming home the next ev'ning quite lonely, All at once who d'ye think I did spy? But Terry himself in a flurry, |