Love's bright Summer Cloud. Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us Youth may wither, but feeling will last; Each hour I number o'er Then be happy, for thus I adore thee; Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain thee, Oh! if there be a charm In love, to banish harm If pleasure's truest spell Be to love well, Then be happy, etc. Love, wand'ring thro' the golden maze. Love, wand'ring through the golden maze beloved's hair, Of my Trac'd ev'ry lock with fond delays, And, doting, linger'd there. And ev'ry curlet was a tie, A chain by beauty twin’d. The Tyrolese song of liberty. Merrily ev'ry bosom boundeth, Merrily, oh! merrily, oh! Where the song of Freedom soundeth, Merrily, oh! merrily, oh! There the warrior's arms Shed more splendour, There the maiden's charms Shine more tender Ev'ry joy the land surroundeth, Wearily ev'ry bosom pineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! Where the bond of slav'ry twineth, There the warrior's dart Hath no fleetness, There the maiden's heart Hath no sweetness Ev'ry flow'r of life declineth, Cheerily then from hill and valley, Won by bravery, Sweeter be than breath Sigh'd in slavery, Round the flag of freedom rally, Now let the warrior. Now let the warrior plume his steed For the men of the East this day shall bleed, Oh! blest who in battle dies! God will enshrine him in the skies! Now let the warrior plume his steed And wave his sword afar, For the men of the East this day shall bleed, Oh, lady fair! Oh, Lady fair! where art thou roaming? A wand'ring Pilgrim, weak, I falter To tell my beads at Agnes' altar. Chill falls the rain, night winds are blowing, Oh, Stranger! when my beads I'm counting, The Castilian maid. Oh! remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids, When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille, Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle, Aud that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war, Oh! see those cherries. Oh! see those cherries-though once so glowing, |