You remember Ellen.44

Air-Were I a Clerk.

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,

How meekly she bless'd her humble lot, When the stranger, William, has made her his bride, And love was the light of their lowly cot. Together they toiled through winds and rains Till William at length, in sadness, said, "We must seek our fortune on other plains ;" Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.

They roam'd a long and a weary way,
Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease,
When now, at close of one stormy day,

They see a proud castle among the trees.
"To-night," said the youth, "we'll shelter there;
The wind blows cold, the hour is late;"

So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air,
And the porter bow'd as they pass'd the gate.

"Now, welcome lady !" exclaim'd the youth,-

This castle is thine, and these dark woods all." She believ'd him wild, but his words were truth; For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall!

And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves

What William, the stranger, woo'd and wed;
And the light of bliss, in these lordly groves,
Is pure as it shone in the lowly shed.

I'd mourn the hopes.

Air-The Rose Tree.

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,
If thy smiles had left me too;
I'd weep when friends deceive me,
If thou wert, like them, untrue.
But while I've thee before me,

With heart so warm and eyes so bright, No clouds can linger o'er me,

That smile turns them all to light!

'Tis not in fate to harm me,

While fate leaves thy love to me;
'Tis not in joy to charm me,
Unless joy be shar'd with thee.
One minute's dream about thee

Were worth a long, an endless year

Of waking bliss without thee,
My own love, my only dear!

And though the hope be gone, love,
That long sparkled o'er our way,
Oh! we shall journey on, love,
More safely without its ray.
Far better lights shall win me
Along the path I've yet to roam,
The mind that burns within me,

And pure smiles from thee at home.

Thus, when the lamp that lighted
The traveller at first goes out,
He feels awhile benighted,

And looks round in fear and doubt.
But soon, the prospect clearing,
By cloudless starlight on he treads,
And thinks no lamp so cheering
As that light which heaven sheds !

Come o'er the sea.

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Come o'er the sea,

Maiden! with me,

Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows!
Seasons may roll,

But the true soul

Burns the same where'er it goes.

Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;

'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where thou art not! Then come o'er the sea,

Maiden! with me,

Come wherever the wild wind blows;

Seasons may roll,

But the true soul

Burns the same where'er it goes.

Is not the sea

Made for the free,

Lands for courts and chains alone?

Here we are slaves;

But, on the waves,

Love and liberty's all our own!

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us! Then come o'er the sea,

Maiden! with me,

Come wherever the wild wind blows;
Seasons may roll,

But the true soul

Burns the same where'er it goes.

Has sorrow thy young days shaded.

Air-Sly Patrick.

Has sorrow thy young days shaded,
As clouds o'er the morning fleet?
Too fast have those young days faded,
That even in sorrow were sweet?
Does Time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that once was dear?
Come, child of misfortune! come hither,
I'll weep with thee tear for tear.

Has love to that soul so tender

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Been like our Lagenian mine,4
Where sparkles of golden splendour
All over the surface shine?
But if in pursuit we go deeper,
Allur'd by the gleam that shone,
Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper,
Like love, the bright ore is gone.

Has hope, like the bird in the story,47
That flitted from tree to tree
With the talisman's glittering glory—
Has hope been that bird to thee?
On branch after branch alighting,
The gem did she still display,
And, when nearest and most inviting,
Then waft the fair gem away?

If thus the sweet hours have fleeted,
When Sorrow herself look'd bright;
If thus the fond hope has cheated,
That led thee along so light;

If thus the unkind world wither

Each feeling that once was dear ;— Come, child of misfortune! come hither, I'll weep for thee tear for tear.