Another sail-'t was Friendship show'd
Her night-lamp o'er the sea;
And calm the light that lamp bestow'd;
But Love had lights that warmer glow'd,
And where, alas! was he?

Now fast around the sea and shore
Night threw her darkling chain;
The sunny sails were seen no more,
Hope's morning dreams of bliss were o'er,—
Love never came again.

THE CRYSTAL-HUNTERS.

[SWISS AIR.]

O'ER mountains bright
With snow and light,

We Crystal-Hunters speed along;

While rocks and caves

And icy waves,

Each instant echo to our song;

And, when we meet with store of gems,

We grudge not kings their diadems.

O'er mountains bright

With snow and light.

We Crystal-Hunters speed along; While grots and caves,

And icy waves,

Each instant echo to our song.

Not half so oft the lover dreams
Of sparkles from his lady's eyes,
As we of those refreshing gleams

That tell where deep the crystal lies Though, next to crystal, we too grant That ladies' eyes may most enchant. O'er mountains bright, &c.

Sometimes, when on the Alpine rose The golden sunset leaves its ray, So like a gem the flow'ret glows,

We thither bend our headlong way; And, though we find no treasure there, We bless the rose that shines so fair. O'er mountains bright

With snow and light,

We Crystal-Hunters speed along;
While rocks and caves,

And icy waves,

Each instant echo to our song.

FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!

[SICILIAN AIR.]

FARE thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell,
Could scarce have thus deceived;
But eyes that acted truth so well

Were sure to be believed.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one.

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Yet those eyes look constant still,

True as stars they keep their light;
Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil
Of blushing always bright.
"T is only on thy changeful heart

The blame of falsehood lies;
Love lives in every other part,
But there, alas! he dies.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

Love's sweet life is o'er

GAYLY SOUNDS THE CASTANET

[MALTESE AIR.]

GAYLY sounds the castanet,

Beating time to bounding feet, When, after daylight's golden set, Maids and youths by moonlight meet.

Oh, then, how sweet to move

Through all that maze of mirtli, Led by light from eyes we love Beyond all eyes on earth.

Then, the joyous banquet sprcad
On the cool and fragrant ground,
With heav'n's bright sparklers overhead,
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh, then, how sweet to say

Into some 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 sun
O'er her cheek's warm blushes play!

Then, too, the farewell kiss

The words, whose parting tone Lingers still in dreams of bliss,

That haunt young hearts alone.

OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT.

[SCOTCH AIR.]

OFT, in the stilly night,

Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me;

The smiles, the tears,

Of boyhood's years,

The words of love then spoken;

The eyes that shone,

Now dimm'd and gone,

The cheerful hearts now broken!

Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me,

Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around ine.

When I remember all

The friends, so link'd together,

I've seen around me fall,

Like leaves in wintry weather

I feel like one,

Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted.

Whose lights are fled,
Whose garland's dead,
And all but he departed!