SONG. I. OH say not that my heart is cold To aught that once could warm it— That Nature's form so dear of old No more has power to charm it; For those who made it dearer still, II. Still oft those solemn scenes I view In Nature's features glowing ; Again to tread the mountain's height, And taste the soul's o'erflowing. III. Stern Duty rose, and frowning flung With iron look and sullen tongue He muttered as he bound me "The mountain breeze, the boundless heaven, Unfit for toil the creature ; These for the free alone are given,— But what have slaves with Nature?" SPANISH SONG. Air-VIVA EL REY FERNANDO. THE chains of Spain are breaking— Her standard o'er us arching Behold yon burning valley— Let them come, let them come ! Remember, remember Barossa- And strike for the cause of Spain- SONG. I. OH my love has an eye of the softest blue, Yet it was not that that won me; But a little bright drop from her soul was there— 'Tis that that has undone me. II. I might have passed that lovely cheek, Nor, perchance, my heart have left me ; But the sensitive blush that came trembling there, Of my heart it for ever bereft me. III. I might have forgotten that red, red lip— But there was a smile from the sunshine within, IV. Think not 'tis nothing but lifeless clay, 'Tis the gracefully delicate mind that moves V. Let me not hear the nightingale sing, Though I once in its notes delighted : The feeling and mind that comes whispering forth Has left me no music beside it. VI. Who could blame had I loved that face, |