The wild notes he heard o'er the waters were those To which he had sung Erin's bondage and woes, And the breath of the bugle had wafted them o'er From Dinnis' green Isle to Glenà's wooded shore. He listened-while, high o'er the eagle's rude nest As if loth to let song so enchanting expire. It seem'd as if ev'ry sweet note that died here Oh forgive, if, while listening to music, whose breath "Even so, though thy memory should now die away, ""Twill be caught up again in some happier day; "And the hearts and the voices of Erin prolong, "Thro' the answering future, thy name and thy song!" Fairest! put on a while. Air--Cummilum. Fairest! put on a while These pinions of light I bring thee, In fancy let me wing thee. Fields, where the spring delays, With but her tears to guard her. That love hath just been crowning. Islets, so freshly fair, That never hath bird come nigh them, But from his course through air, Hath been won downward by them- Types, sweet maid, of thee, Whose look, whose blush inviting, Never did Love yet see From Heav'n, without alighting. Lakes, where the pearl lies hid, And caves, where the diamond's sleeping, Of thine lets fall in weeping. To 'scape the wild wind's rancour, Then if while scenes so grand, So beautiful, shine before thee, Pride for thy own dear land Should haply be stealing o'er thee, Oh, let grief come first, O'er pride itself victorious- To think how man hath curst What Heaven hath made so glorious! Quick! we have but a second. Air-Paddy Snap. Quick! we have but a second, Fill round the cup while you may ; For Time, the churl, hath beckon'd, And we must pass away, away! Grasp the pleasure that's flying, For oh! not Orpheus' strain Then quick! we have but a second, etc. See the glass, how it flushes, Like some young Hebe's lip, If ever thou seest that day, When a cup or lip shall woo thee, And turn untouch'd away. Then quick! we have but a second, etc. And doth not a meeting like this. Air-Unknown. And doth not a meeting like this make amends We'll wear the gay tinge of youth's roses again. What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heart, When held to the flame will steal out on the sight, So many a feeling that long seem'd effac'd, The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light. And thus, as in memory's bark, we shall glide That once made a garden of all the gay shore, Deceiv'd for a moment, we'll think them still ours, And breathe the fresh air of Life's morning once more. So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most, For want of some heart, that could echo it, near. |