The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove,
The beam of morning trembling,

Thou hast sent me a flowery band,

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

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Though sacred the tie that our country entwineth 42
The song that lightens the languid way,

To sigh, yet feel no pain,

The scene was more beautiful far to my eye,
Tell me not of joys above,

They may rail at this life--from the hour I
began it,

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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,
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow

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I see,

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There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet,

113

Take back the virgin page,

115

Thro' grief and thro' danger, thy smile hath

cheer'd,

144

'Tis believ'd that this harp which I now wake

for thee,

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forget them,

The time I've lost in wooing,

breaking,

"Twas in the summer time, so sweet,

To ladies' eyes a round boy,

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

This life is all checker'd with pleasures and woes,
Through Erin's isle,

'Tis the last rose of summer,

The young May moon is beaming, love,
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
The valley lay smiling before me,

'Tis gone, and for ever, the lights we saw

Thy song hath taught my heart to feel,

WHEN Time, who steals our years away,

When 'midst the gay I meet,

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When Lelia touch'd the lute,

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

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

Where is the nymph whose azure eye,

Why does azure deck the sky?

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

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What! thou with thy genius, thy youth, and

thy fame,

When wearied wretches sink to sleep,
When I lov'd you, I can't but allow,
Well-peace to thy heart, tho' another's it be,
When freshly blows the northern gale,

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

We may roam through this world like a child

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

145

Weep on, weep on, your hour is past,
What the bee is to the flow'ret,

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When first I saw thee fair and young,

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

YOUNG Love found a dial once in a dark shade, 30

Young love liv'd once in an humble shed,
You remember Ellen, our hainlet's pride,

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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,
But who shall see the glorious day,

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

Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears,
Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth,
Oh! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear,
Oh fair! oh purest! be thou the dove,

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Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypts dark sea, 250

Thou art, Oh God! the life and light,

145

This world is all a fleeting show,

The bird let loose in eastern skies,

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The turf shall be thy fragrant shrine,

25

Were not the sinful Mary's tears,

248

Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, 210
Who is the maid my spirit seeks,

NATIONAL AIRS.

"A TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura en-

chanted,

All that's bright must fade,

At morn,

beside von summer sea,

Come, chace that starting tear away,

Dost thou remember that place so lonely,

Fare thee well, thou lovely one,

Flow on, thou shining river,

Gayly sounds the Castanet,

Hark, the vesper hym is stealing,

Hear me but once, while o'er the grave,

Love is a hunter boy,

My harp has one unchanging theme,
Oh, come to me when daylight sets,
Oft in the stilly night,

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

Reason, and Folly, and Beauty, they say,
So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted,
Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee,
Those evening bells, those evening bells,
There comes a time, a dreary time,
Whisp'ring heard by wakeful maids,

Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us,

Oh, ye dead! oh ye dead,

Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers,

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Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark,

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Thee, thee, only thee,

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