N Or if, at times, a light be there, II. I chose not her, my soul's elect, From those who seek their Maker's shrine As if themselves were things divine! III. Not so the faded form I prize And love, because its bloom is gone; Is all the grace her brow puts on. THE BIRD LET LOOSE. AIR- Beethoven. I. THE bird, let loose in Eastern skies,+ But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, II. So grant me, God, from every care * Οὐ γαρ χρυσοφορειν την δακρυουσαν δει.–Chrysost. Homil. 8, in Epist. ad Tim. † The carrier pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined. O THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR! AIR-Haydn. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." I. O THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear! If, when deceived and wounded here, The friends, who in our sunshine live, Must weep those tears alone. II. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, Is dimmed and vanished too! Oh! who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light WEEP NOT FOR THOSE. AIR-Avison. I. WEEP not for those whom the veil of the tomb And but sleeps, till the sunshine of heaven has unchained it, In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes, Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies. NA II. Mourn not for her, the young bride of the vale,* And the garland of love was yet fresh on her brow; From this gloomy world, while its gloom was unknown ;— To that land where the wings of the soul are unfurled, THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE, I. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine; II. My choir shall be the moonlight waves, E'en more than music, breathes of Thee! III. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown, IV. Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, * This second verse, which I wrote long after the first, alludes to the fate of a very lovely and amiable girl, the daughter of the late Colonel Bainbrigge, who was married in Ashbourne Church, October 31, 1815, and died of a fever in a few weeks after. The sound of her marriage-bells seemed scarcely out of our ears, when we heard of her death. During her last delirium, she sang several hymns in a voice even clearer and sweeter than usual, and among them were some from the present collection (particularly "There's nothing bright but Heaven"), which this very interesting girl had often heard during the summer. † Pii orant tacitè V. I'll read thy anger in the rack Of sunny brightness, breaking through! VI. There's nothing bright, above, below, VII. There's nothing dark, below, above, SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL. AIR-Avison.* "And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances."-Exod XV. 20. I. SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, II. Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord, His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword !— Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? I have so altered the character of this air, which is from the beginning of one of Avison's old-fashioned concertos, that, without this acknowledgment, it could hardly, I think, be recognised. + "And it came to pass, that in the morning watch, the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians "-Exod. xiv. 24. GO, LET ME WEEP. AIR-Stevenson. I. Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears, II. Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew COME NOT, O LORD! I. COME not, O Lord! in the dread robe of splendour II. Lord! Thou rememberest the night when thy nation" While Israel basked all the night in its beam. "And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel: and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light by night to these."--Exod. xiv. 20. My application of this passage is borrowed from some late prose writer, whose name I am ungrateful enough to forget. + Instead of "On Egypt" here, it will suit the music better to sing "On these;" and in the third line of the next verse, "While shrouded the same view, be altered to "While wrapped." may, with |