FLOW ON, THOU SHINING RIVER. Portuguese Air. FLOW on, thou shining river; But ere thou reach the sea, Seek Ella's bower, and give her The wreaths I fling er thee. And tell her thus, if she'll be mine, The current of our lives shall be, With joys along their course to shine, Like those sweet flowers on thee. But if, in wandering thither, Thou find'st she mocks my prayer, Then leave those wreaths to wither Upon the cold bank there. And tell her thus, when youth is o'er, Her lone and loveless charms shall be Thrown by upon life's weedy shore, Like those sweet flowers from thee. ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE Indian Air. ALL that's bright must fade, - But to be lost when sweetest. The flower that drops in springing;These, alas! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, - The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest ! Who would seek or prize That every hour are breaking? Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Than be blest with light and see That light for ever flying. All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest ! SO WARMLY WE MET. Hungarian Air. So warmly we met and so fondly we parted, That which was the sweeter even 1 could not tell That first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted, Or that tear of passion which blessed our farewell. To meet was a heaven, and to part thus another.- Our joy and our sorrow seemed rivals in bliss; Oh! Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other In smiles and in tears, than that moment to this. The first was like day-break--new, sudden, delicious, The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet The last was that farewell of daylight, more precious, More glowing and deep, as 'tis nearer its set. Our meeting, though happy, was tinged by a sorrow To think that such happiness could not remain ; While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that to morrow Would bring back the blest hour of meeting again. THOSE EVENING BELLS. AIR-The Bells of St. Petersburgh. THOSE evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime! Those joyous hours are past away! And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells! Like that dear bird we both can remember, Who left us while summer shone round, But, when chilled by bleak December, Upon our threshold a welcome still found. REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY. REASON, Folly, and Beauty, they say, Around the maid, The bell of his cap rung merrily out; To his sermon-book FARE THEE WELL, THOU FARE thee well, thou lovely one! Could scarce have thus deceived; Then fare thee well, thou lovely one! Oh! which was the pleasanter no one Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er. 1 The metre of the words is here necessarily sacrificed to the air When I remember all The friends, so linked together, Like leaves in wintry weather; Who treads alone Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. HARK! THE VESPER HYMN HARK! the vesper hymn is stealing Farther now, now farther stealing, Now like moonlight waves retreating Hush again, like waves, retreating LOVE AND HOPE. AT morn, beside yon summer sea, And left poor Hope behind. "I go,' said Love, 'to sail a while Across this sunny main ;' And then so sweet his parting smile, That Hope, who never dreamed of guile, Believed he'd come again. She lingered there till evening's beam Along the waters lay, And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream, Oft traced his name, which still the stream As often washed away. At length a sail appears in sight, And toward the maiden moves! "Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright, His golden bark reflects the light, Another sail-'twas Friendship showed And calm the light that lamp bestowed: But Love had lights that warmer glowed, Now fast around the sea and shore o'er Love never came again! THERE COMES A TIME. THERE comes a time, a dreary time, And made each flower its own. There comes a time, etc. When sets the sun on Afric's shore, Oh! there comes a time, etc. MY HARP HAS ONE UNCHANG- | And all that thou wishest, and all that ING THEME. Swedish Air. My harp has one unchanging theme, To wake the breathing string; Breathe on, breathe on, thou languid strain, Henceforth be all my own; Though thou art oft so full of pain, Few hearts can bear thy tone. Yet oft thou'rt sweet, as if the sigh, The breath that Pleasure's wings Gave out, when last they wantoned by, Were still upon thy strings. OH! NO-NOT E'EN WHEN FIRST OH! no-not e'en when first we loved, But now thy virtues bind my heart. What was but Passion's sigh before, Has since been turned to Reason's vow; And though I then might love thee more, Trust me, I love thee better now! Although my heart in earlier youth Might kindle with more wild desire, Believe me, it has gained 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 seemed to love thee more, Yet, oh! I love thee better now. PEACE BE AKOUND THEE. PEACE be around thee, wherever thou rovest; May life be for thee one summer's day, thou lovest, 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! May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all, 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. WHILE I touch the string, Has, for once, a moral. With Genius on his rambles. Common Sense went on, Many wise things saying, While the light that shone Soon sent Genius straying. One his eye ne'er raised From the path before him, On each night-cloud o'er him. So they came at last To a shady river; Common Sense soon passed, 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. |