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I see,

Page.
The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove, 28
The beam of morning trembling,

29
Thou hast sent me a flou ery band,

33
The young rose which I gave thee, so dewy
and bright,

34
Though sacred the rie that our country entwineth 42
The song that lightens the languid way, 43
To sigh, yet feel no pain,

48
The scene was more beautiful far to my eye,

66
Tell me not of joys above,

70
They may rail at this life--from the hour I

began it,
There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream 84
They made her grave too cold and damp,
The harp that once through Tara's halls, 102
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow

110
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, 113
Take back the virgin page,

1 15
Thro’grief and thro' danger, thy smile hath
cheer'd,

144
'Tis believ'd that this harp which I now wake
for thee,

147
Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll
forget them,

150
Thislife is all checker'd with pleasures and woes, 163
Througn Erin's isle,

165
'Tis the last rose of summer,

167
The young May moon is beaming, love, 170
The minsirel boy to the war is gone,

171
The valley lay smiling before me,

171
The ime I've lost in wooing,

187
"Tis gone, and for over, the lights we saw
breaking,

191
Thy song hath taught my heart to feel,
“Twas in the summer time, so sweet,

182
To ladies' eyes a round boy,

236
WHEN Time, who steals our years away,

25
When ’midst the gay I meet,

37
When Lelia touch'd the lute,

45
When Charles was deceiv'd by the maid he lov'd, 51
When life looks lone and dreary,

64
Will you come to the bower I've shaded for you? 57

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Where is the nymoph whose azure eye,

62
Why does azure deck the sky?

63
When the rosebud of summer, its beauty be.
stowing,

73
What! thou with thy genius, thy youth, and
thy fame,

76
When wearied wretches sink to sleer,

89
When I lov'd you, I can't but allow,

45
Well-peace to thy hrart, tho' another's it be, 95
When freshly blows the northern gale,

97
When he who adores thee has left bui the name, 103
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past,

109
When in death I shall calm recline,

117
We may roam through this world like a child
at a feast,

i 20
While gazing on the moon's light,

137
While daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow, 139
When through life unblest we rove,

145
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past,

152
What the bee is to the flow'ret,

161
When first I saw thee fajr and young,

184
While history's muse the memorial was keeping, 186
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou
hast lov'd,

229
It'reath the bowl,

2 232
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes,

234
YOUNG Love found a dial once in a dark shade, 30
Young love liv'd once in an humble shed, 46
You remember Ellen, our hainlet's pride, 177

SACRED SONGS.
ARRAYED in clouds of golden light,

242
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,

255
Almighty God, when round thy shrine, 957
But who shall see the glorious day,

256
Come not, O Lord! In the dread robe of splen-
dour,

254
Fall'n is thy throne, Oh! Israel!

242
Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears, 244
Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth,

241
Oh! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, 246
Oh fair! oh purest! be thou the dove,

257

22.

Pase.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypts dark sea, 259
Thou art, Oh God! the life and light,

14
This world is all a fleeting show,

247
The bird let loose in eastern skies,

252
The turf shall be thy fragrant shrine,

25
Were not the sinful Mary's tears,

246
Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, 24
Who is the maid my spirit seeks,

27
NATIONAL AIRS.
" A TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura en-
chanted,

261
All that's bright must fade,

25
At morn, beside yon summer sea,
Come, chace that starting tear away,

294
Dost thou remember that place so lonely,
Pare thee well, thou lovely one,

2.3
Flow on, thou shining river,
Gayly sounds the Castanet,
Hark, the vesper hym is stealing,

263
Hear me but once, while o'er the grave,
Love is a hunter boy,
My harp has one unchanging theme,

2" 1
Oh, come to me when daylight sets,
Oft in the stilly night,

261
Oh? no-not e’en when first we lov’d,

279
Reason, and Folly, and Beauty, they say, 261
So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted, 266
Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee,
Those evening bells, thuse evening bells,
There comes a time, a dreary time,

270
Whisp'ring heard by wakeful maids,

NEW MELODIES.
Drink of this cup,
How swcet the answer echo'makes,
Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us,

281
Oh, ye dead! oh ye dead,
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers,
Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark,
Thee, thee, only thee,

230