II.

Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same

Through joy and through torments, through glory and

shame?

I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art !

III.

Thou hast call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this,Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee, or—perish there too!

'TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER.

AIR.-Savournah Deelish.

I.

"Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead— When man, from the slumber of ages awaking,

Look'd upward, and bless'd the pure ray, ere it fled! "Tis gone-and the gleams it has left of its burning But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning,

That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning,
And, darkest of all, hapless ERIN! o'er thee.

H.

For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting Around thee, through all the gross clouds of the

world;

When Truth, from her fetters indignantly starting,

At once, like a sun-burst, her banner unfurl'd.* Oh, never shall earth see a moment so splendid! Then, then-had one Hymn of Deliverance blended The tongues of all nations-how sweet had ascended The first note of Liberty, ERIN! from thee.

III.

But, shame on those tyrants who envied the blessing!
And shame on the light race, unworthy its good,
Who, at Death's reeking altar, like furies, caressing
The young hope of Freedom, baptized it in blood!
Then vanish'd for ever that fair, sunny vision,
Which, spite of the slavish, the cold heart's derision,
Shall long be remember'd, pure, bright and elysian,
As first it arose, my lost ERIN! on thee.

* "The Sun-burst" was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irish to the Royal Banner.

I SAW FROM THE BEACH.

AIR.-Miss Molly.

I.

I SAW from the beach, when the morning was shining, A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on ;

I came, when the sun o'er that beach was declining,— The bark was still there, but the waters were gone!

II.

Ah! such is the fate of our life's early promise,

So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known: Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from

us,

And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone!

III.

Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning

The close of our day, the calm eve of our night;Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of

Morning,

Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best

light.

IV.

Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his

frame,

And his soul-like the wood that grows precious in burning

Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame!

FILL THE BUMPER FAIR.

AIR.-Bob and Joan.

I.

FILL the bumper fair!

Every drop we sprinkle

O'er the brow of Care,

Smoothes away a wrinkle.

Wit's electric flame

Ne'er so swiftly passes,

As when through the frame

It shoots from brimming glasses.

Fill the bumper fair!

Every drop we sprinkle

O'er the brow of Care,

Smoothes away a wrinkle.

II.

Sages can, they say,

Grasp the lightning's pinions,

And bring down its ray

From the starr'd dominions :

So We, Sages, sit,

And, 'mid bumpers bright'ning,

From the Heaven of Wit

Draw down all its lightning!
Fill the bumper, etc.

III.

Wouldst thou know what first

Made our souls inherit

This ennobling thirst

For wine's celestial spirit?

It chanced upon that day,

When, as bards inform us, PROMETHEUS stole away

The living fires that warm us.

Fill the bumper, etc.