REMEMBER THEE!

AIR.-Castle Tirowen.

I.

REMEMBER thee! yes, while there's life in this heart,
It shall 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.

II.

Wert thou all that I wish thee,-great, glorious, and free

First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea,I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But, oh! could I love thee more deeply than now?

III.

No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully dear to thy sonsWhose, hearts like the young of the desert-bird's nest, Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy

breast!

WREATHE THE BOWL.

AIR.-Noran Kista.

I.

WREATHE the bowl

With flowers of soul,

The brightest Wit can find us;
We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night,

And leave dull earth behind us!

Should Love amid

The wreaths be hid

That Joy, th' enchanter, brings us,

No danger fear,

While wine is near,

We'll drown him if he stings us.

Then, wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,

The brightest Wit can find us;
We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night,

And leave dull earth behind us!

II.

'Twas nectar fed

Of old, 'tis said,

Their Junos, Joves, Apollos;
And man may brew

His nectar too,

The rich receipt's as follows:

Take wine like this,

Let looks of bliss

Around it well be blended,

Then bring Wit's beam

To warm the stream, And there's your nectar, splendid!

So, wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,

The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night,

And leave dull earth behind us!

III.

Say, why did Time

His glass sublime

Fill up with sands unsightly,

When wine, he knew,

Runs brisker through,

And sparkles far more brightly?

Oh, lend it us,

And, smiling thus,

The glass in two we'd sever,
Make pleasure glide

In double tide,

And fill both ends for ever!

Then, wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,

The brightest Wit can find us;
We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night

And leave dull earth behind us!

WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.

AIR.-Father Quinn.

I.

WHENE'ER I see those smiling eyes,

All fill'd with hope, and joy, and light,

As if no cloud could ever rise,

To dim a Heaven so purely bright-
I sigh to think how soon that brow
In grief may lose its every ray,
And that light heart, so joyous now,
Almost forget it once was gay.

II.

For Time will come with all his blights,
The ruin'd hope-the friend unkind—
The love that leaves, where'er it lights,
A chill'd or burning heart behind!
While youth, that now like snow appears,
Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain,
When once 'tis touch'd by sorrow's tears,
Will never shine so bright again!

IF THOU'LT BE MINE.

AIR.-The winnowing Sheet.

I.

If thou❜lt be mine, the treasures of air,

Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet;