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.

Oft, in the stilly night.

Scotch Air.

Oft, in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond mem❜ry brings the light

Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,

Of boyhood's years,

The words of love then spoken;

The eyes that shone,

Now dimm'd and gone,

The cheerful hearts now broken.

Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,

Sad mem❜ry brings the light

Of other days around me.

When I remember all

The friends, so link'd together,

I've seen around me fall,

Like leaves in wintry weather;

I feel like one

Who treads alone

Some banquet-hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled, Whose garland's dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,

Sad mem❜ry brings the light

Of other days around me.

Come, chase that starting tear away.

French Air.

Come, chase that starting tear away,

Ere mine to meet it springs;
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings !

Like sunset gleams, that linger late,
When all is dark'ning fast,

Are hours like these we snatch from fate,
The brightest and the last.

Then chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs;
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.

To gild our dark'ning life, if heav'n
But one bright hour allow,

Oh! think that one bright hour is giv’n,
In all its splendour now.

Let's live it out, then sink in night,
Like waves, that from the shore

One minute swell, are touch'd with light,
Then lost for evermore.

Then chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs;
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings!

Common Sense and Genius.

French Air.

While I touch the string,
Wreath my brows with laurel,
For the tale I sing
Has, for once, a moral!

Common Sense one night, Though not us'd to gambols, Went out by moonlight With Genius on his rambles.

While I touch the string,
Wreath my brows with laurel,
For the tale I sing
Has, for once, a moral !

Common Sense went on, Many wise things saying; While the light that shone, Soon set Genius straying.