But Love didn't know-and, at his weak years, What urchin was likely to know?— That Sorrow had made of her own salt tears The fountain that murmur'd below. He caught at the wreath-but with too much haste, As boys when impatient will do It fell in those waters of briny taste, And the flowers were all wet through. This garland he now wears night and day; And, though it all sunny appears With Pleasure's own light, each leaf, they say, Still tastes of the Fountain of Tears. SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO DAY? (SICILIAN AIR.) SAY, what shall be our sport to-day? There's nothing on earth, in sea, or air, Too bright, too high, too wild, too gay, For spirits like mine to dare! 'Tis like the returning bloom Of those days, alas, gone by, When I loved, each hour-I scarce knew whom- Ay-those were days when life had wings, BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS. BRIGHT be thy dreams-may all thy weeping May those by death or seas removed, There may the child, whose love lay deepest, Still as she was-no charm forgot- "Who'd buy such love-knots? WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER. (SICILIAN AIR.) WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light Yes, proud one! even thy heart may own That love like ours was far too sweet To be, like summer garments, thrown Aside, when pass'd the summer's heat; And wish in vain to know again Such days, such nights, as bless'd thee then. WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS! (PORTUGUESE AIR.) HYMEN, late, his love-knots selling, None could doubt, who saw or knew them, Hymen's call was welcome to them. "Who'll buy my love-knots? "Who'll buy my love-knots?" Soon as that sweet cry resounded, How his baskets were surrounded! Maids, who now first dream'd of trying Some laugh'd, some blush'd, and some trembled. "Here are knots," said Hymen, taking Some loose flowers, "of Love's own making; "Here are gold ones-you may trust 'em"(These, of course, found ready custom,) "Come, buy my love-knots! "Come, buy my love-knots! "Some are labell'd Knots to tie men"Love, the maker-Bought of Hymen.'" 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 ove-knots? "Even this tie, with Love's name round it"All a sham-He never bound it." Love, who saw the whole proceeding, "Take back our love-knots!" Coolly said, "There's no returning "Wares on Hymen's hands-Good morning!" SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN. And Earth, from sin awaking, See those groups of angels, winging On their brows, from Eden, bringing Hark, their hymns of glory pealing Through the air, To mortal ears revealing Who lies there! In that dwelling, dark and lowly, NETS AND CAGES. COME, listen to my story, while While some, perhaps, may sigh. Such florid songs as ours, Yet Truth sometimes, like eastern dames, Then listen, maids, come listen, while |