MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH.

THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY.

MERRILY every bosom boundeth,
Merrily, oh!

Where the song of freedom soundeth,
Merrily, oh!

There the warrior's arms
Shed more splendour;
There the maiden's charms
Shine more tender;

Every joy the land surroundeth,
Merrily, oh! merrily, oh!

Wearily every bosom pineth,
Wearily, oh!

Where the bond of slavery twineth
Wearily, oh !

There the warrior's dart
Hath no fleetness;

There the maiden's heart

Hath no sweetness-
Every flower of life declineth,
Wearily, oh! wearily, oh!.

Cheerily then from hill and valley,
Cheerily, oh!

Like your native fountains sally,
Cheerily, oh!

If a glorious death,

Won by bravery,

Sweeter be than breath,

Sigh'd in slavery,

Round the flag of freedom rally,
Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh !

REMEMBER THE TIME.

THE CASTILIAN MAID.

Oн, remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When our moments so blissfully flew;

When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids, And I blush'd to be called so by you;

When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille,
And to dance to the light castanet;

Oh, never, dear youth, let you roam where you will,
The delight of those moments forget.

They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle
Every hour a new passion can feel,

And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile,
You'll forget the poor maid of Castile.

But they know not how brave in the battle you are,
Or they never could think you would rove;
For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war
That is fondest and truest in love.

OH, SOON RETURN.

THE white sail caught the evening ray,
The wave beneath us seem'd to burn,
When all my weeping love could say
Was, "Oh, soon return!"

Through many a clime our ship was driven,
O'er many a billow rudely thrown;
Now chill'd beneath a northern heaven,

Now sunn'd by summer's zone :

Yet still, where'er our course we lay,

When evening bid the west wave burn,

I thought I heard her faintly say,

"Oh, soon return!"

If ever yet my bosom found

Its thoughts one moment turn'd from thee, 'Twas when the combat raged around,

And brave men look'd to me.

But though 'mid battle's wild alarm
Love's gentle power might not appear,

He gave to glory's brow the charm
Which made even danger dear.

And then, when victory's calm came o'er
The hearts where rage had ceased to burn,
I heard that farewell voice once more,
"Oh, soon return!"

LOVE THEE.

Он, yes!-so well, so tenderly
Thou 'rt loved, adored by me,

Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,
Were worthless without thee.

Though brimm'd with blessings pure and rare,
Life's cup before me lay,

Unless thy love were mingled there,

I'd spurn the draught away. Love thee?-so well, so tenderly Thou'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, Are worthless without thee.

Without thy smile, how joylessly
All glory's meeds I see,
And even the wreath of victory

Must owe its bloom to thee.
Those worlds for which the conqueror sighs,
For me have now no charms;

My only world those radiant eyes—
My throne those circling arms!

Oh, yes!-so well, so tenderly
Thou 'rt loved, adored by me,
Whole realms of light and liberty
Were worthless without thee.

ONE DEAR SMILE.

COULDST thou look as dear as when
First I sigh'd for thee;
Couldst thou make me feel again
Every wish I breathed thee then,
Oh, how blissful life would be!
Hopes that now beguiling leave me,
Joys that lie in slumber cold-

All would wake, couldst thou but give me
One dear smile like those of old.

Oh, there's nothing left us now
But to mourn the past!

Vain was every ardent vow-
Never yet did Heaven allow

Love so warm, so wild, to last.
Not even hope could now deceive me--
Life itself looks dark and cold:

Oh, thou never more canst give me
One dear smile like those of old.

THE DAY OF LOVE.

THE beam of morning trembling
Stole o'er the mountain brook,
With timid ray resembling
Affection's early look.

Thus love begins-sweet morn of love!

The noontide ray ascended,
And o'er the valley's stream
Diffused a glow as splendid
As passion's riper dream.

Thus love expands-warm noon of love!

But evening came, o'ershading
The glories of the sky,

Like faith and fondness fading

From passion's alter'd eye.

Thus love declines-cold eve of love!

THE SONG OF WAR.

THE song of war shall echo through our mountains, Till not one hateful link remains

Of slavery's lingering chains;

Till not one tyrant tread our plains,

Nor traitor lip pollute our fountains.
No! never till that glorious day
Shall Lusitania's sons be gay,

Or hear, O Peace, thy welcome lay
Resounding through her sunny mountains.

The song of war shall echo through our mountains, Till Victory's self shall smiling say,

"Your cloud of foes hath pass'd away,

And Freedom comes with new-born ray, To gild your vines and light your fountains." Oh, never till that glorious day

Shall Lusitania's sons be gay,

Or hear, O Peace, thy welcome lay Resounding through her sunny mountains.

THE YOUNG ROSE.

THE young rose which I gave thee, so dewy and bright,
Was the floweret most dear to the sweet bird of night,
Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung,
And thrill'd every leaf with the wild lay he sung.

On, take thou this young rose, and let her life be
Prolong'd by the breath she will borrow from thee;
For while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill,
She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her still.

WHEN MIDST THE GAY I MEET.

WHEN midst the gay I meet

That blessed smile of thine,

Though still on me it turns most sweet,
I scarce can call it mine:

But when to me alone

Your secret tears you show,

Oh, then I feel those tears my own,
And claim them while they flow.
Then still with bright looks bless
The gay, the cold, the free;

Give smiles to those who love you less,
But keep your tears for me.

The snow on Jura's steep

Can smile with many a beam,
Yet still in chains of coldness sleep,
How bright soe'er it seem.

But when some deep-felt ray,
Whose touch is fire, appears,

Oh, then, the smile is warm'd away,
And, melting, turns to tears.
Then still with bright looks bless

The gay, the cold, the free;

Give smiles to those who love you less,
But keep your tears for me.

WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS.

WHEN twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,