OH! NO-NOT E'EN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED.

Cashmerian Air.

I.

Oн! no-not e'en when first we loved,

Wert thou as dear as now thou art;

Thy beauty then my senses moved,

But now thy virtues bind

my

heart.

What was but Passion's sigh before,

Has since been turn'd to Reason's vow; And, though I then might love thee more,

Trust me, I love thee better now!

II.

Although my heart in earlier youth
Might kindle with more wild desire,
Believe me, it has gain'd in truth

Much more than it has lost in fire.
The flame now warms my inmost core,
That then but sparkled o'er my brow;
And, though I seem'd to love thee more,
Yet, oh! I love thee better now.

PEACE BE AROUND THEE.

Scotch Air.

I.

PEACE be around thee, wherever thou rov'st;
May life be for thee one summer's day,
And all that thou wishest, and all that thou lov'st,
Come smiling around thy sunny way!

If sorrow e'er this calm should break,
May even thy tears pass off so lightly,
Like spring-showers, they'll only make
The smiles that follow shine more brightly!

II.

May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all,
And daily dooms some joy to death,
O'er thee let years so gently fall,

They shall not crush one flower beneath!

As half in shade and half in sun

This world along its path advances,

May that side the sun's upon

Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS.

French Air.

I.

WHILE I touch the string,

Wreathe my brows with laurel,

For the tale I sing

Has, for once, a moral. Common Sense, one night,

Though not used to gambols,

Went out by moonlight,

With Genius, on his rambles.

While I touch the string, etc.

II.

Common Sense went on,

Many wise things saying,

While the light that shone
Soon set Genius straying.

One his eye ne'er raised
From the path before him,
T'other idly gazed

On each night-cloud o'er him.

While I touch the string, etc.

III.

So they came, at last,

To a shady river;

Common Sense soon pass'd,

Safe, as he doth ever;

While the boy, whose look
Was in Heaven that minute,

Never saw the brook,

But tumbled headlong in it!

While I touch the string, etc.

IV.

How the wise one smiled,

When safe o'er the torrent,

At that youth, so wild,
Dripping from the current!
Sense went home to bed;

Genius, left to shiver

On the bank, 'tis said,

Died of that cold river!

While I touch the string, etc.

THEN, FARE THEE WELL.

Old English Air.

I.

THEN, fare thee well! my own dear love,

This world has now for us

No greater grief, no pain above

The pain of parting thus, dear love! the pain of parting thus!

II.

Had we but known, since first we met,
Some few short hours of bliss,

We might, in numbering them, forget The deep, deep pain of this, dear love! the deep, deep pain of this!

III.

But no, alas! we've never seen

One glimpse of pleasure's ray,

But still there came some cloud between, And chased it all away, dear love! and chased it all away!