THE EXILE.

NIGHT waneth fast, the morning star
Saddens with light the glimm'ring sea,
Whose waves shall soon to realms afar
Waft me from hope, from love, and thee.
Coldly the beam from yonder sky

Looks, o'er the waves that onward stray;
But colder still the stranger's eye
To him whose home is far away.

Oh, not at hour so chill and bleak,

Let thoughts of me come o'er thy breast;
But of the lost one think and speak,
When summer suns sink calm to rest.

So, as I wander, Fancy's dream

Shall bring me o'er the sunset seas,

Thy look, in ev'ry melting beam,

Thy whisper, in each dying breeze.

HIP, HIP, HURRA!

COME, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim,

He who shrinks from a bumper I pledge not to him;
"Here's the girl that each loves, be her eye of what hue,
Or lustre, it may, so her heart is but true."

Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra! ·

Come, charge high again, boys, nor let the full wine
Leave a space in the brimmer, where daylight may shine;
"Here's the friends of our youth-though of some we're bereft,

May the links that are lost but endear what are left!"
Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Once more fill a bumper-ne'er talk of the hour,
On hearts thus united old Time has no pow'r.
"May our lives, tho', alas! like the wine of to-night,
They must soon have an end, to the last flow as bright."
Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Quick, quick, now, I'll give you, since Time's glass will run
Ev'n faster than ours doth, three bumpers in one;

"Here's the poet who sings-here's the warrior who fightsHere's the statesman who speaks, in the cause of men's rights' Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Come, once more, a bumper!-then drink as you please,
Tho', who could fill half-way to toasts such as these?
"Here's our next joyous meeting-and oh when we meet,
May our wine be as bright and our union as sweet!"
Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

WHAT SHALL I SING THEE?

TO

WHAT shall I sing thee? Shall I tell
Of that bright hour, remember'd well
As though it shone but yesterday,
When, loitering idly in the ray
Of a spring-sun, I heard, o'erhead,
My name as by some spirit said,
And, looking up, saw two bright eyes
Above me from a casement shine,
Dazzling my mind with such surprise

As they, who sail beyond the Line,
Feel when new stars above shierem;-
And ti was thine, the voice that spoke,
Like Ariel's, in the mid-air then;
And thine the eye, whose lustre broke-
Never to be forgot again!

What shall I sing thee? Shall I weave
A song of that sweet summer-eve
(Summer, of which the sunniest part
Was that we, each, had in the heart),
When thou and I, and one like thee,
In life and beauty, to the sound
Of our own breathless minstrelsy,
Danc'd till the sunlight faded round,
Ourselves the whole ideal Ball,
Lights, music, company, and all!
Oh, 'tis not in the languid strain
Of lute like mine, whose day is past,
To call up even a dream again

Of the fresh light those moments cast,

WITH MOONLIGHT BEAMING.

WITH moonlight beaming

Thus o'er the deep,

Who'd linger dreaming

In idle sleep?

Leave joyless souls to live by day,
Our life begins with yonder ray;

And while thus brightly

The moments flee,

Our barks skim lightly
The shining sea.

To halls of splendour

Let great ones hie;
Through light more tender

Our pathways lie.

While round, from banks of brook or lake,

Our company blithe echoes make;

And, as we lend 'em

Sweet word or strain,

Still back they send 'em

More sweet, again.

WHEN o'er the silent seas alone,

For days and nights we've cheerless gone,
Oh they who've felt it know how sweet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet.

Sparkling at once is ev'ry eye,

"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!" our joyful cry;

While answering back the sounds we hear,

"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer? what cheer?""

Then sails are back'd, we nearer come,
Kind words are said of friends and home;

And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
To sail o'er silent seas again.

THE DREAM OF HOME.

WHO has not felt how sadly sweet

The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet,

When far o'er sea or land we roam? Sunlight more soft may o'er us fall,

To greener shores our bark may come; But far more bright, more dear than all, That dream of home, that dream of home.

Ask of the sailor youth when far

His light bark bounds o'er ocean's foam, What charms him most, when ev'ning's star Smiles o'er the wave? to dream of home. Fond thoughts of absent friends and loves At that sweet hour around him come; His heart's best joy where'er he roves,

That dream of home, that dream of home.

SAY, WHAT SHALL WE DANCE?

SAY, what shall we dance?

Shall we bound along the moonlight plain,
To music of Italy, Greece, or Spain?
Say, what shall we dance?

Shall we, like those who rove
Through bright Grenada's grove,

To the light Bolero's measures move?
Or choose the Guaracia's languishing lay,
And thus to its sound die away?

Strike the gay chords,

Let us hear each strain from ev'ry shore

That music haunts, or young feet wander o'er,

Hark! 'tis the light march, to whose measured time