Whatever in Fancy's eye looks fair, Or in Hope's sweet music is most sweet, II. Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove, III. And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high, To be bathed by those eternal rills— IV. All this and more the Spirit of Love Can breathe o'er them who feel his spells; That Heaven, which forms his home above, He can make on earth, wherever he dwells, And he will-if thou wilt be mine, love! TO LADIES' EYES. AIR.-Fague a Ballagh. I. To Ladies' Eyes a round, boy, Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers, The countless eyes that brighten This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup-where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! II. Some looks there are, so holy, They seem but given, they seem but given, As splendid beacons solely, To light to Heaven, to light to Heaven. While some-oh! ne'er believe them With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them !) The other way, the other way. But fill the cup-where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! III. In some, as in a mirror, Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd, But shun the flattering error, 'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips--but this is telling, So here they go! so here they go! Fill up, fill up-where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! FORGET NOT THE FIELD. AIR.-The Lamentation of Aughrim. I. FORGET not the field where they perish'd, All gone-and the bright hope they cherish'd II. Oh! could we from death but recover Those hearts, as they bounded before, In the face of high Heaven to fight over That combat for freedom once more ; III. Could the chain for an instant be riven Which Tyranny flung round us then, Oh! 'tis not in Man nor in Heaven, To let Tyranny bind it again! IV. But 'tis past—and, though blazon'd in story Accursed is the march of that glory V. Far dearer the grave or the prison, Illumed by one patriot name, THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE. AIR.-Noch bonin shin doe. I. THEY may rail at this life-from the hour I began it, As before me this moment enraptured I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me. VOL. IV. 9 |