ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE [INDIAN AIR.] ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest; All that s sweet was made, But to be lost when sweetest. The flower that drops in springing ;-- To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest! Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking? In utter darkness lying, Than to be bless'd with light and see That light forever flying. All tna's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest! REASON, FOLLY AND BEAUTY [ITALIAN AIR.] REASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say, Around the maid, The bells of his cap rung merrily out; To his sermon-book Oh! which was the pleasanter no one need doubt, Which was the pleasanter no one need doubt. Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage, "Look here, sweet maid!". - The sight of his cap brought her back to herself; While heason read His leaves of lead, With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf! Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap Quoth Folly, "old quiz!" (Folly was always good-natured, 't is said,) "Under the sun There's no such fun, As Reason with my cap and bells on his head, But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore, That Beauty now liked him still less than before: While Folly took Old Reason's book, And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton, (Though not aloud) She liked him still better in that than his own, Yes,-liked him still better in that than his own. THOSE EVENING BELLS. [AIR. THE BELLS OF ST. PETERSBURGH.] THOSE evening bells! those evening bells! Those joyous hours are pass'd away; And so 't will be when I am gone; While other bards shall walk these dells, THERE COMES A TIME. [GERMAN AIR.] THERE comes a time, a dreary time, "T is when his soul must first renounce When sets the sun on Afric's shore, And so should life at once be o'er, Of fire long pass'd away LOVE AND HOPE {SWISS AIR.] AT norn, beside yon summer sea, 66 And left poor Hope behind. "I go," said Love, "to sail awhile Across this sunny main; And then so sweet his parting smile, She linger'd there till evening's beam And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream, At length a sail appears in sight, And tow'rds the maiden moves! Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright, His golden bark reflects the light, But ah! it is not Love's. |