HOSE evening bells! those evening bells! Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, Those joyous hours are pass'd away; And so 't will be when I am gone; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells! THE DREAM OF HOME. HO 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, 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. THEY TELL ME THOU'RT THE FAVOUR'D GUEST. HEY tell me thou'rt the favour'd guest Of ev'ry fair and brilliant throng; No wit like thine to wake the jest, No voice like thine to breathe the song; And none could guess, so gay thou art, Alas! alas! how diff'rent flows With thee and me the time away! I only know, that without thee The sun himself is dark to me. Do I thus haste to hall and bower, Among the proud and gay to shine? STILL WHEN DAYLIGHT. STILL when daylight o'er the wave I used to hear, while light was falling, O'er the wave a sweet voice calling, Ah! once how blest that maid would come, Joyously his light bark greeting. But, one sad night, when winds were high, And still that sad dream loth to leave, THE FANCY FAIR. OME, maids and youths, for here we sell Or poets sing, or lovers swear, You'll find at this our Fancy Fair. Here eyes are made like stars to shine, We've lots of tears for bards to shower, That, though they 're broken ev'ry hour, As fashions change in ev'ry thing, We've goods to suit each season's air: Eternal friendships for the spring, And endless loves for summer wear,― |