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THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.

AIR-Noch bonin shin doe.

THEY may rail at this life-from the hour I began it,

I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And until they can shew me some happier planet, More social and bright, I'll content me with this.

As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,
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.

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And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to love, And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendour,

At twilight so often we've roam'd through the

dew,

There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms

as tender,

And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you.

1 Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs.

Pluralité des Mondes.

2 La Terre pourra être pour Venus l'etoile du berger et la mere des amours, comme Venus l'est pour nous.-Ibid.

But, though they were even more bright than the

queen

Of that isle they inhabit in heaven's blue sea, As I never these fair young celestials have seen, Why, this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally

rare,

Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station,

Heav'n knows, we have plenty on earth we could spare.

Oh think what a world we should have of it here, If the haters of peace, of affection, and glee, Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere, And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and me.

OH, FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!

AIR-Name unknown.

OH, for the swords of former time!
Oh, for the men who bore them,
When, arm'd for right, they stood sublime,
And tyrants crouch'd before them!

When

pure yet, ere courts began

With honours to enslave him,

The best honours worn by man

Were those which Virtue gave him.

Oh, for the swords of former time! &c.

Oh, for the kings who flourish'd then!
Oh, for the pomp that crown'd them,
When hearts and hands of freeborn men

Were all the ramparts round them!

When, safe built on bosoms true,
The throne was but the centre,
Round which Love a circle drew,
That Treason durst not enter.

Oh, for the kings who flourish'd then! &c.

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