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I might hail thee with prouder, with happier
brow, But, oh! could I love thee more deeply than
No, thy chains as they torture thy blood as it
runs, But, make thee more painfully dear to thy sonsWVhose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's
nest, Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy
WREATH THE BOWL.
WREATH the bowl
Tow'rds heav'n to-night
Should Love amid
That Joy th'enchanter brings us,
No danger fear,
While wine is near,
Then, wreath the bowl
Tow'rds heav'n to night,
'Twas nectar fed
Of old, 'tis said,
And man may brew
His nectar too,
Take wine like this,
Let looks of bliss
Then bring Wit's beam
To warm the stream, And there's your nectar, splendid !
So, wreath the bowl, etc.
Say, why did Time
His glass sublime
When wine he knew
Oh, lend it usi
And, smiling thus ,
Make pleasure glide
In double tide,
Then, wreath the bowl, etc,
WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes,
All fill’d with hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever rise,
To din a heav'n só purely brightI sigh to think how soon that brow
In grief may lose its every ray, And that light heart so joyous now,
Alniost forget it once was gay.
For Time will come with all his blights,
The ruin’d hope—the friend unkindAnd love who leaves, where'er he lights,
A chill'd or burning heart behind! ·
Ere sullied by the dark’ning rain,
Will never shine so bright again!
IF THOU'IT BE MÎNE.
AIR--The Winnowing Sheet.
If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air,
Of earth, and sea shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy's eye looks fair Or in Hope's sweet music sounds most sweet
Shall be curs, if thou wilt be mine, love!
Bright flow'rs shall bloom where'er we rove,
A voice divine shall talk in each stream,, she stars shall look like worlds of love, And this earth be all one beautiful dream
In our eyes, if thou wilt be mine, love i
And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high,
Like-streams that flow from leaven-ward hills , Shall keep our hearts, like meads, that lie . To be bathed by those eternal rills,
Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love!
All this and more the Spirit of Love
Can breathe o'er them, who feel his spells ; That heaven, which forms his home, above, He can make, on earth, wherever he dwells,
As thou'lt own, if thou wilt be mine, love!
TO LADIES' EYES.
AIR-Fague a Bullagh.
To Ladies' eyes around, boy,
We can't refuse, we can't refuse,
'Tis hard to chuse, 'tis hard to chuse. For thick as stars that lighten
Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs,
This earth of ours, this earth of ours,