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GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.
Gally sounds the castanet,
Beating time to bounden feet, When, after day-light's golden set,
Maids and youths by moon-light meet, Oh! then, how sweet to move
Through all that maze of mirth, Lighted by those eyes we love,
Beyond all eyes on earth..
Then, the joyous banquet spread
On the cool and fragrant ground, With night's bright eye-beams over head,
And still brighter sparkling round. Oh! then, how sweet to say .
Into the loved one's ear,Thoughts reserved through many a day,
To be thus whisper'd here.
When the dance and feast are done,
Arm in arm as home we stray; How sweet to see the dawning sum
O'er her cheeks warm blushes play! Then, then the farewell kiss,
And words whose parting tone Lingers still in dreams of bliss,
That haunt young hearts alone.
LOVE IS A HUNTER BOY.
Love is a hunter-boy,
Who makes young hearts his prey; And in his nets of joy
Ensnares them night and day. In vain conceald they lie,
Love tracks them every where ; ;' In vain aloft they fly,
Love shoots them flying there.
But 'tis his joy most sweety
At early dawn to trace The print of Beauty's feet,
And give the trembler chace.. And most he loves through snow
To track those footsteps fair, For then the boy doth know
None track'd before him there.
COME, CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR AWAY.
Come, chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs;
Whate'er to-morrow brings !
When all is dark’ning fast, .
Ere mine to meet it springs,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
To gild our dark’ning life, if heav'n
But one bright hour allow,
In all its splendour now.'