There the maiden's heart Hath no sweetness Every flower of life declineth, Cheerily then from hill and valley, Like Cheerily, oh! your native fountains sally, If a glorious death, Won by bravery, Sweeter be than breath Sigh'd in slavery, Round the flag of Freedom rally, Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh! REMEMBER THE TIME. THE CASTILIAN MAID. REMEMBER the time, in La Mancha's shades, When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille, Oh, never, dear youth, let you roam where you The delight of those moments forget. They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle, will, And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile, You'll forget the poor maid of Castile. But they know not how brave in the battle you are, For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war OH, SOON RETURN. OUR white sail caught the evening ray, The wave beneath us seem'd to burn, When all the weeping maid could say Was, "Oh, soon return!" Through many a clime our ship was driven, And still, where'er we bent our way, When evening bid the west wave burn, I fancied still I heard her say, "Oh, soon return!" If ever yet my bosom found Its thoughts one moment turn'd from thee, 'Twas when the combat raged around, And brave men look'd to me. But though the war-field's wild alarm And still, when victory's calm came o'er The hearts where rage had ceased to burn, Those parting words I heard once more, “Oh, soon return! — Oh, soon return!” LOVE THEE? LOVE thee? so well, so tenderly Thou'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, Were worthless without thee. Though brimm'd with blessings, pure and rare, Life's cup before me lay, Unless thy love were mingled there, I'd spurn the draught away. Love thee? so well, so tenderly Thou'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, Without thy smile, the monarch's lot While, with it, ev'n the humblest cot Were brighter than his throne. |