NE'ER TALK OF WISDOM'S GLOOMY SCHOOLS.

(MAHRATTA AIR.)

NE'ER talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools;

Give me the sage who's able
To draw his moral thoughts and rules
From the study of the table;-
Who learns how lightly, fleetly pass

This world and all that's in it,

From the bumper that but crowns his glass,
And is gone again next minute!

The diamond sleeps within the mine,
The pearl beneath the water;

While Truth, more precious, dwells in wine,
The grape's own rosy daughter.

And none can prize her charms like him,
Oh, none like him obtain her,

Who thus can, like Leander, swim
Through sparkling floods to gain her!

HERE SLEEPS THE BARD.

(HIGHLAND AIR.)

HERE sleeps the Bard who knew so well
All the sweet windings of Apollo's shell;
Whether its music roll'd like torrents near,
Or, died, like distant streamlets, on the ear.
Sleep, sleep, mute bard; alike unheeded now
The storm and zephyr sweep thy lifeless brow;-
That storm, whose rush is like thy martial lay;
That breeze which, like thy love-song, dies away!

Now, like moonlight waves retreating
To the shore, it dies along;
Now, like angry surges meeting,
Breaks the mingled tide of song:
Jubilate, Amen.

Hush! again, like waves retreating
To the shore, it dies along:
Jubilate, Amen.

SPRING AND AUTUMN.

EV'RY season hath its pleasures;
Spring may boast her flow'ry prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
So Life's year begins and closes;

Days, though short'ning, still can shine; What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

Phillis when she might have caught me,
All the Spring look'd coy and shy,
Yet herself in Autumn sought me,
When the flowers were all gone by.
Ah, too late;-she found her lover
Calm and free beneath his vine,
Drinking to the Spring-time over
In his best autumnal wine.

Thus may we, as years are flying,
To their flight our pleasures suit,
Nor regret the blossoms dying,

While we still may taste the fruit.
Oh, while days like this are ours,

Where's the lip that dares repine? Spring may take our loves and flowers,

So Autumn leaves us friends and wine.

WHERE SHALL WE BURY OUR SHAME?

(NEAPOLITAN AIR.)

WHERE shall we bury our shame?
Where, in what desolate place,
Hide the last wreck of a name

Broken and stain'd by disgrace?
Death may dissever the chain,

Oppression will cease when we're gone;
But the dishonour, the stain,
Die as we may, will live on.

Was it for this we sent out

Liberty's cry from our shore?
Was it for this that her shout

Thrill'd to the world's very core?
Thus to live cowards and slaves!-
Oh, ye free hearts that lie dead,
Do you not, ev'n in your graves,
Shudder, as o'er you we tread?

BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS HITHER.

BRING the bright garlands hither,

Ere yet a leaf is dying;

If so soon they must wither,

Ours be their last sweet sighing.

Hark, that low dismal chime!
'Tis the dreary voice of Time.
Oh, bring beauty, bring roses,
Bring all that yet is ours;
Let life's day, as it closes,

Shine to the last through flowers.

Haste, ere the bowl's declining,
Drink of it now or never;
Now, while Beauty is shining,
Love, or she's lost for ever.
Hark again that dull chime,
'Tis the dreary voice of Time.
Oh, if life be a torrent,

Down to oblivion going,
Like this cup be its current,
Bright to the last drop flowing!

OFT, WHEN THE WATCHING STARS.

(SAVOYARD AIR.)

OFT, when the watching stars grow pale,

And round me sleeps the moonlight scene,

To hear a flute through yonder vale

I from my casement lean.

“Come, come, my love!" each note then seems to say, "Oh, come, my love the night wears fast away!" Never to mortal ear

Could words, though warm they be,
Speak Passion's language half so clear
As do those notes to me!

Then quick my own light lute I seek,

And strike the chords with loudest swell; And, though they nought to others speak,

He knows their language well.

"I come, my love!" each note then seems to say, "I come, my love!-thine, thine till break of day.' Oh, weak the power of words,

The hues of painting dim,

Compar'd to what those simple chords

Then say and paint to him!