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This is love--careless love

Such as kindleth hearts that rove.
To keep one'sacred flame

Through life unchill'd, unmov'd ;
To love in wint’ry age the same

That first in youth we lov'd ;
To feel that we adore

To such refin'd excess,
That though the heart would break with more,

We could not live with less ;
This is love--faithful love, -

Such as the saints might feel above !

SWISS MAID. Come haste thee, come haste thee, my bonny Swiss

maid, Take thy cloak, and to church let's away ; The plighted love I claim so true, For true's my love, sincere to you, Then haste thee, come haste thee, my bonny Swiss

Take thy cloak, and to church let's away.
Am not I, am not I, then a happy Swiss maid ?
Now bless'd with my own true love ;
My shepherd swain to welcome home,
And hail with joy each night's return,
Am not I, am not I, then a happy Swiss maid,
Now bless'd with my own true love ?
Now at eve, now at eve, see the happy Swiss maid,
In her cot with contentment and peace ;
There's nought disturbs, devoid of care,
Her rest is sweet, she knows no fear
Then good night,' and good night,' goes the happy

Swiss maid,
In her cot, to her slumbers in peace.

Oh ! say not woman's love is bought

With vain and empty treas're ;
Oh! say not woman's heart is caught

By every idle pleasure.
When first her gentle bosom knows

Love's flame, it wanders never
Deep in her heart the passion glows,

She loves, and loves forever !
Oh! say not woman's false as fair ;

That like the bee she ranges ;
Still seeking flowers more sweet and raro,

As fickle fancy changes :
Ah, no, the love that first can warm

Will leave her bosom never :
No second passion e'er can charm,

She loves, and loves forever !

THE SUN THAT LIGHTS THE ROSES. Though dimpled cheeks may give the light,

Where rival beauties blossom,
Though balmy lips to love invite

To extasy the bosom ;
Yet sweeter far yon summer sky,

Whose blushing tint discloses,
Give me the lustre-beaming eye,

The sun that lights the roses.
The voice of love is soft and clear,

Exciting fond emotion ;
How sweet it sounds upon the ear,

Like music on the ocean ;
Yet dearer far to lover's sight,

The eye that truth discloses, Surpassing with its splendor bright Tho sun that lights the roser.

Thou art mine, rose of love, thou art mine,

In my bosom thou art planted forever ;
There the best of affections shall around thee entwine,
As the elm is embraced in th' embrace of the vine,

Which is never relinquished, no-never.

Rose of love, rose of love ! thou art mine. Thou art planted here, ne'er to decay ;

From my heart nought thy beauties can sever ; And should tears, like bright dew-drops, at dawn of

the day,
Impearl thy sweet bloom, I will kiss them away,

For thou never shalt know sorrow, nonever.
Rose of love, rose of love ! thou art mine.


At the Baron of Mowbray's gate was seen

A page with a courser black ;
There came out a knight of noble mien,

And he leap'd on the courser's back ;
His arms were bright, his heart was light,

And he sung this merry lay,
• How jollily lives a fair young knight!

He loves, and rides away.'
A lady look'd over the castle wall,

And she heard the knight thus sing ;
This lady's tears began then to fall,

And her hands she began to wring.
• And did'st thou then thy true love plight,

And was it but to betray?
Ah ! tarry a while my own dear knight ;

In pity don't ride away.'
The knight of her tears took no heed,

While scornful laughed his eye ;
He gave the spur to his prancing steed

•Good bye sweet-heart, good-bye.'

And soon he vanish'd from her sight,

While she was heard to say, “Ah ! ladies, beware of a fair young knight,

He'll love, and he'll ride away.'

Love wand'ring though the rain,

Came to my cottage door ;
He ask'd but to remain

Until the storm was o'er.
His bow he laid aside ;

He said his darts were gone ;
And oft he deeply sighed,

And wished io travel on.
The moon at length grew bright ;

The storms no longer blew ;
He rose and bade good night,

And with a smile withdrew,
Next day my heart was sad,

Nor could I e'er forget
The mournful look he had

When at the door we met.
The smile at parting too,

Had something sweet and kind ;
And as the boy withdrew,

His image stayed behind.
And ever since that hour,

When loud 's the wind and rain,
I watch my cottage door,

In hopes he'll come again.

TUNE—Love was once a little boy.'
What a luckless wight am

Heigho! heigho!

All day long I pine and cry

Heigho ! heigho !
Once I plump and fat was grown,
Now I'm nought but skin and bone-
Love cuts me up and cuts me down-

Heigho ! heigho !
My inward man is sore decay'd-

Heigho ! heigho !
The spirit's by the Aesh betray'd

Heigho ! heigho!
I conceive-ah, verily,
That I'm assailed most grievously ;
And us’d by Ruth most ruthlessly

Heigho ! heigho !
My heart by Cupid 's fiercely smote-

Heigho ! heigho !
And rent in twain like Joseph's coat-

Heigho ! heigho !
Love has caught me in a snare,
Wicked Ruth scorns my despair;
Though fair herself, don't use me fair-

Heigho ! heigho !
As young lambkins frisk and play-

Heigho ! Heigho!
Ruth and I have toy'd all day-

Heigho ! heigho !
She now disdains to cast one look
On me-alas ! it is no joke,
My peace should be to pieces broke-

Heigho ! heigho !
To joys of earth I'll bid adieu-

Heigho ! heigho ! Leave Ruth to find swain more true ;

Heigho ! heigho! I'll seek some shady grove straightway,

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