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Where all looks flow'ry, wildand sweet,
And nought but love is wanting;
If heav'n had but assign’d us
With some we've left behind us!
As trav’llers oft look back at eve,
When eastward darkly going,
Still faint behind them glowing, -
To gloom hath near consign'd us, We turn to catch one fading ray.
Of joy that's left behind us.
IN THE MORNING OF LIFE...
Air-The Little Harvest Rose.
In the morning of life, when its cares are un
known, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,
When we live in a bright beaming world of our
own, And the light that surrounds us is all from
within ; Oh! 'tis not believe me, in that happy time We can love, as in hours of less transport we
may; Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny
prime, But affection is warmest when these fade
When we see the first charm of our youth pass us
- by, Like a leaf on the stream, that will never re
turn; When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure
so high, Now tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn; Then, then is the moment affection can sway
With a depth and a tenderness joy never I knew ; Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, But the love, born of Sorrow, like Sorrow is
Qi climes full of sunshine, though splendid their
Yet faint is the odour the flow'rs shed about ; 'Tis the clouds and the mist of our own weeping
skies, That call their fulı spirit of fragrancy out. So the wild glow of passion may kindle from
mirth, But 'tis only in grief true affection appears ; To the magic of smiles it may first owe its birth, But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by
WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH.
AiR-Limerick's Lamentation. I
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast
loved, Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then;
Our right to this fine air (the «Lochabers of the Scotch) will, 1 fear, be disputed; but, as it has been long connected with Irish words, and is considently claimed for us by Mr. Bunting and others, I thought I should not be authorized in leaving it out of this collection.
Or, if from their slumber the veil be removed,
Weep o'er them in silence and close it again. And, oh ! if 'tis pain to remember how far From the path-ways of light he was tempted
to roam, Be it Bliss to remiember that thou wert the star That arose on his darkness, and guided hiin
From thee and thy innocent beauty first came
adore, To feel the bright presence, and turn him with
shame From the idols he darkly had knelt to before. O’er the waves of a life, long benighted and
wild, Thou can'st like a soft golden calm o'er the
sea; And, if happiness purely and glowingly smiled On his ev’ning horizon, the light was from
And though sometimes the shade of past folly
would rise, And though falsehood again would allure him
He but turn'd to the glory that dwelt in those
eyes, And the folly, the falsehood soon vanish’daway. As the Priests of the Sun when their altar grew
. dim, As the day-beam alone could its lustre repair, So, if virtue a moment grew languid in him, He but flew to that smile, and rekindled it
REMEMBER thee! yes, while there's life in this
heart; It snall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art ; More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom and thy
showers, Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious,
and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the