REMEMBER THEE! AIR.-Castle Tirowen. I. REMEMBER thee! yes, while there's life in this heart, 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; 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; Tow'rds Heaven to-night, And leave dull earth behind us! II. 'Twas nectar fed Of old, 'tis said, Their Junos, Joves, Apollos; 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, In double tide, And fill both ends for ever! Then, wreathe the bowl With flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us; 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- II. For Time will come with all his blights, 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; |