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Those joyous hours are past away;
And many a heart that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those ev'ning bells!

And so 'twill be, when I am gone;
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
While other bards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet ev'ning bells!

Should those fond hopes.

Portuguese Air.

Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee,
Which now so sweetly thy heart employ;
Should the cold world come to wake thee
From all thy visions of youth and joy;
Should the gay friends for whom thou wouldst banish
Him who once thought thy young heart his own,
All, like spring birds, falsely vanish,

And leave thy winter unheeded and lone:

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Oh! 'tis then he thou hast slighted

Would come to cheer thee, when all seem'd o'er ;

Then the truant, lost and blighted,

Would to his bosom be taken once more.
Like that dear bird we both can remember,
Who left us while summer shone round;
But, when chill'd by bleak December,
Upon our threshold a welcome still found.

Dost thou remember.

Portuguese Air.

Dost thou remember that place so lonely,
A place for lovers, and lovers only,

Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?
When, as the moonbeam, that trembled o'er thee,
Illum'd thy blushes, I knelt before thee,

And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes? Then, then while closely heart was drawn to heart, Love bound us-never, never more to part!

And when I call'd thee by names the dearest 89
That love could fancy, the fondest, nearest-

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My life, my only life," among the rest;

In those sweet accents that still enthrall me,

Thou said'st, "Ah! wherefore thy life thus call me?

Thy soul, thy soul's the name that I love best; For life soon passes, but how blest to be

That soul, which never, never parts from thee!"

Fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Sicilian Air.

Fare thee well, thou lovely one!
Lovely still, but dear no more;
Once his soul of truth is gone:
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell,
Could scarce have thus deceiv'd.

But eyes that acted truth so well

Were sure to be believ'd.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Yet those eyes look constant still,

True as stars, they keep their light;
Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil
Of blushing always bright.
'Tis only on thy changeful heart
The blame of falsehood lies;
Love lives in ev'ry other part,
But there, alas! he dies.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

Love's sweet life is o'er.

Dost thou remember.

Portuguese Air.

Dost thou remember that place so lonely,
A place for lovers, and lovers only,

Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?
When, as the moonbeam, that trembled o'er thee,
Illum'd thy blushes, I knelt before thee,

And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes? Then, then while closely heart was drawn to heart, Love bound us-never, never more to part!

And when I call'd thee by names the dearest 89
That love could fancy, the fondest, nearest-
"My life, my only life," among the rest;
In those sweet accents that still enthrall me,
Thou said'st, "Ah! wherefore thy life thus call me?
Thy soul, thy soul's the name that I love best;
For life soon passes, but how blest to be

That soul, which never, never parts from thee !"

Oh! come to me when daylight sets.

Venetian Air.

Oh! come to me when daylight sets;

Sweet! then come to me; When smoothly go our gondolets O'er the moonlight sea.

When Mirth's awake, and Love begins,

Beneath that glancing ray,
With sound of lutes and mandolins,

To steal young hearts away.
Oh! come to me when daylight sets ;

. Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moolight sea.

Oh! then's the hour for those who love,

Sweet! like thee and me;
When all's so calm below, above,
In heav'n and o'er the sea.
When maidens sing sweet barcarolles,90

And Echo sings again,

So sweet, that all with ears and souls
Should love and listen then.

So come to me when daylight sets;
Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moonlight sea.

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