Wind again thy cheerful horn,

Till echo faint with answ'ring, dies:
Burn, bright torches, burn till morn,

And lead us where the wild boar lies.
Hark! the cry, "He's found, he's found,"
While hill and valley our shouts resound,
Hilli-ho! Hilli-

WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD.

(SWEDISH AIR.)

WHEN Love was a child, and went idling round,
'Mong flowers, the whole summer's day,
One morn in the valley a bower he found,
So sweet, it allur'd him to stay.

O'erhead, from the trees, hung a garland fair,
A fountain ran darkly beneath;-
'Twas Pleasure had hung up the flow'rets there;
Love knew it, and jump'd at the wreath.

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..

FEAR NOT THAT WHILE AROUND THEE

FEAR not that, while around thee
Life's varied blessings pour,

One sigh of hers shall wound thee,

Whose smile thou seek'st no more.
No, dead and cold for ever

Let our past love remain;

Once gone, its spirit never
Shall haunt thy rest again.

May the new ties that bind thee
Far sweeter, happier prove,

Nor e'er of me remind thee,

But by their truth and love.
Think how, asleep or waking,
Thy image haunts me yet,
But, how this heart is breaking
For thy own peace forget.

WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER.

(SICILIAN AIR.)

WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light
We used to gaze on so many an eve,
When love was new and hope was bright,
Ere I could doubt, or thou deceive—
Oh, then, rememb'ring how swift went by
Those hours of transport, even thou mayst sigh.

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.

COME, CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR AWAY.

(FRENCH AIR.)

COME, chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs;
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.

Like sunset gleams, that linger late
When all is dark'ning fast,

Are hours like these we snatch from Fate-
The brightest, and the last.

Then, chase that starting tear, &c.

To gild the deep'ning gloom, if Heaven
But one bright hour allow,

Oh, think that one bright hour is given,
In all its splendour, now.

Let's live it out-then sink in night,
Like waves that from the shore

One minute swell, are touch'd with light,
Then lost for evermore!

Come, chase that starting tear, &c.

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 lov'd, each hour-I scarce knew whom-
And was bless'd-I scarce knew why.

Ay-those were days when life had wings,
And flew, oh, flew so wild a height,
That, like the lark which sunward springs,
'Twas giddy with too much light.
And, though of some plumes bereft,
With that sun, too, nearly set,
I've enough of light and wing still left
For a few gay soarings yet,

WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE

(VENETIAN AIR.)

WHEN first that smile, like sunshine, bless'd my sight,
Oh what a vision then came o'er me!

Long years of love, of calm and pure delight,
Seem'd in that smile to pass before me.
Ne'er did the peasant dream of summer skies,
Of golden fruit, and harvests springing,
With fonder hope than I of those sweet eyes,
And of the joy their light was bringing.

Where now are all those fondly promis'd hours
Ah! woman's faith is like her brightness-
Fading as fast as rainbows, or day-flowers,

Or aught that's known for grace and lightness,
Short as the Persian's prayer, at close of day,
Should be each vow of Love's repeating;
Quick let him worship Beauty's precious ray—
Ev'n while he kneels, that ray is fleeting!

SLUMBER, OH SLUMBER

"SLUMBER, oh slumber; if sleeping thou mak st
My heart beat so wildly, I'm lost if thou wak'st."
Thus sung I to a maiden,

Who slept one summer's day,
And, like a flower o'erladen

With too much sunshine, lay.
Slumber, oh slumber, &c.

"Breathe not, oh breathe not, ye winds, o'er her cheeks; If mute thus she charm me, I'm lost when she speaks," Thus sing I, while, awaking,

She murmurs words that seem

As if her lips were taking

Farewell of some sweet dream.

Breathe, not, oh breathe not, &c.

WHEN THE FIRST SUMMER BEE.

(GERMAN AIR.)

WHEN the first summer bee

O'er the young rose shall hover,
Then, like that gay rover,

I'll come to thee.

He to flowers, I to lips, full of sweets to the brim'What a meeting, what a meeting for me and for him! When the first summer bee, &c.

Then, to every bright tree

In the garden he'll wander;
While I, oh, much fonder,
Will stay with thee.

In search of new sweetness through thousands he'll run, While I find the sweetness of thousands in one.

Then, to every bright tree, &c.