WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS ? Portuguese Air. I. HYMEN late, his love-knots selling, "Who'll buy my love-knots?" Soon as that sweet cry resounded, How his baskets were surrounded! II. Maids, who now first dream'd of trying Dames, who long had sat to watch him "Who'll buy my love-knots?" All at that sweet cry assembled ; Some laugh'd, some blush'd, and some trembled, III. "Here are knots," said Hymen, taking Some loose flowers," of Love's own making; "Here are gold ones-you may trust 'em❞— (These, of course, found ready custom). "Come buy my love-knots! "Come buy my love-knots! "Some are labell'd · Knots to tie men’— "Love the maker'-' Bought of Hymen."" IV. Scarce their bargains were completed, When the nymphs all cried, "We're cheated! "See these flowers-they're drooping sadly; "This gold-knot, too, ties but badly "Who'd buy such love-knots? "Who'd buy such love-knots? "Even this tie, with Love's name round it"All a sham-He never bound it." V. Love, who saw the whole proceeding, Would have laugh'd, but for good-breeding; While Old Hymen, who was used to Cries like that these dames gave loose to― "Take back our love-knots! "Take back our love-knots!"- - Coolly said, "There's no returning "Wares on Hymen's hands-Good morning!" SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN. Sung at Rome, on Christmas Eve. 1. SEE, the dawn from Heaven is breaking o'er our sight, See, those groups of Angels, winging from the realms above, On their sunny brows from Eden bringing wreaths of II. Hark-their hymns of glory pealing through the air, In that dwelling, dark and lowly, sleeps the heavenly Son, He, whose home is in the skies,-the Holy One! |