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Then think of the friend, who once welcomed
it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you. His griefs may return—not a hope may remain Of the few that have brighten’d his path-way of
painBut he ne'er will forget the short vision, that
threw Its enchantinent around him, while ling'ring with
And still on that evening, when pleasure fills
up To the highest top sparkle each heart and each
сир, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends! shall be with you that
night; Shall join in your revels, your sports and your
wiles, And return to me, beaming all o'er witn your
siniles ! Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay
cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd, « I wish he
Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which he cannot de
stroy, Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and
care, And bring back the features that joy used to
wear. Long, song be my heart with such memories
fill'd; Like the vase, in which roses have once been
distillid! You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you
will; . But the scent of the roses will hang round it
OH! DOUBT ME NOT.
Air-Yellow Wat and the Fos.
On! doubt me not— the season
Is o'er, when Folly made me rove,
And now the vestal, Reason,
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. Although this heart was early blown,
And fairest hands disturb'd the tree, They only shook soine blossoms down,
Its fruit lias all been kept for thec.
Is o'er, when Folly made ine rove,
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love.
And though my lute no longer .
May sing of passion's ardent spell,
I feel the bliss I do not tell.
And hums his lay of courtship o'er, But, when he finds the flower he loves,
He settles there and hums no more.
Is o'er, when Folly kept me free,
Shall guard the flame awaked by thee. YOU REMEMBER ELLEN..
AIR-Were I a Clerk,
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,
How meekly she bless'd her humble lot When the stranger, William, had made her his
bride, And love was the light of their lowly cot. Together they toil'd through winds and rains,
Till William at length in sadness said, « We most seek our fortune on other plains ;»—
Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.
They roam’d a long and a weary way, .
Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease, When now, at close of one stormy day,
They see a proud castle among the trees. « To night,» said the youth, «we'll shelter there ;
« The wind blows cold, the hour is late : »
1 This ballad was suggested by a well-known and interesting story, told of a certain Noble Family in En. gland
So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air,
And the Porter bow'd as they pass'd the gate.
« Now, welcome Lady, » exclaim'd the youth, « This castle is thine, and these dark woods
all.» She believed him wild, but his words were truth
For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall ! And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves
What William, the stranger, woo'd and wed; And the light of bliss in these lordly groves,
Is pure as it shone in the lowly shed.
I'D MOURN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE ME.
AIR—The Rose Tree.
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,
If thy smiles had left me too;
If thou wert, like them, untrue.