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NATIONAL AIRS.

Scarce their bargains were completed,

When the nymphs all cried, "We're cheated! See these flowers - they're drooping sadly; This gold-knot, too, ties but badly —

Who'd buy such love-knots?`

Who'd buy such love-knots ?

Even this tie, with Love's name round it -
All a sham - He never bound it."

Love, who saw the whole proceeding,
Would have laugh'd, but for good-breeding;
While Old Hymen, who was used to

Cries like that these dames gave loose to
"Take back our love-knots!

Take back our love-knots!

Coolly said, "There's no returning

Wares on Hymen's hands — Good morning!'

BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS.

[WELSH AIR.]

BRIGHT be thy dreams may all thy weeping
Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping.

May those by death or seas removed,

The friends, who in thy spring-time knew thee,
All, thou hast ever prized or loved,

in dreams come smiling to thee!

There may the child, whose love lay deepest,
Dearest of all, come while thou sleepest;

Still as she was- no charm forgot — No lustre lost that life had given ;

Or, if changed, but changed to what Thou 'lt find her yet in Heaven!

LIKE ONE WHO, DOOM'D.

LIKE one who, doom'd o'er distant seas,
His weary path to measure,

When home at length, with fav'ring breezą,
He brings the far-sought treasure;

His ship, in sight of shore, goes down,
That shore to which he hasted;
And all the wealth he thought his own

Is o'er the waters wasted.

Like him, this heart, thro' many a track
Of toil and sorrow straying,
One hope alone brought fondly back,
Its toil and grief repaying.

Like him, alas, I see that ray
Of hope before me perish,

And one dark minute sweep away
What years were given to cherish.

THOUGHT IS ALL BUT A DREAM.

[FRENCH AIR.]

THOUGH 't is all but a dream at the best,
And still, when happiest, soonest o'er,

Yet, even in a dream, to be bless'd
Is so sweet, that I ask for no more.
The bosom that opes

With earliest hopes,

The soonest finds those hopes untrue;
As flowers that first

In spring-time burst

The earliest wither too!

Ay 't is all but a dream, &c.

Though by Friendship we oft are deceived,

And find Love's sunshine soon o'ercast,

Yet Friendship will still be believed,

And Love trusted on to the last.

The web 'mong the leaves

The spider weaves

Is like the charm Hope hangs o'er men,

Though often she sees

"T is broke by the breeze,

She spins the bright tissue again.

Ay-'t is all but a dream, &c.

JOYS OF YOUTH, NOW FLEETING!

[PORTUGUESE air.]

WHISP'RINGS, heard by wakeful maids,
To whom the night-stars guide us;
Stolen walks through moonlight shades
With those we love beside us,
Hearts beating,

At meeting;
Tears starting,

At parting;

Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

Wand'rings far away from home,
With life all new before us;

Greetings warm, when home we come,
From hearts whose prayers watch'd o'er us.
Tears starting,

At parting;
Hearts beating,

At meeting;

Oh, sweet youth, how lost on some!

To some, how bright and fleeting!

LOVE IS A HUNTER-BOY.

[LANGUEDOCIAN AIR.]

LOVE is a hunter-boy,

Who makes young hearts his prey And, in his nets of joy,

Ensnares them night and day.

In vain conceal'd they lie

Love tracks them everywhere;

In vain aloft they fly

Love shoots then flying there.

But 't is his joy most sweet, „At early dawn to trace The print of Beauty's feet,

And give the trembler chase. And if, through virgin snow,

He tracks her footsteps fair, How sweet for Love to know

None went before him there.