When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years And, when in other climes we meet To live and die in scenes like this, As trav'llers oft look back at eve, Still faint behind them glowing- In the morning of life. Air-The little Harvest Rose. In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When we live in a bright beaming world of our own, And the light that surrounds us is all from within; Oh! 'tis not, believe me, in that happy time We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime, But affection is warmest when these fade away. When we see the first charm of our youth pass us by, Like a leaf on the stream, that will never return; When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high, Now tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urq; Then, then is the moment affection can sway With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew ; Love, nurs❜d among pleasures, is faithful as they, But the love born of sorrow, like sorrow is true! In climes full of sunshine, though splendid their dyes, So the wild glow of passion may kindle from mirth, But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears! When cold in the earth. Air-Limerick's Lamentation.51 When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd, From the pathways of light he was tempted to roam, From thee and thy innocent beauty first came The revealings that taught him true love to adoreTo feel the bright presence, and turn him with shame, From the idols he darkly had knelt to before. O'er the waves of a life, long benighted and wild, Thou cam'st like a soft golden calm o'er the sea: And, if happiness purely and glowingly smil'd On his ev'ning horizon, the light was from thee. And tho' sometimes the shade of past folly would rise, And tho' falsehood again would allure him to stray, He but turn'd to the glory that dwelt in those eyes, And the folly, the falsehood soon vanish'd away. As the priests of the sun, when their altar grew dim, At the day-beam alone could its lustre repair, So, if virtue a moment grew languid in him, He but flew to that smile, and rekindled it there! Remember thee. Air-Castle Tirowen. Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart, It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art, More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom and thy showers, Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, No, thy chains as they torture thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully dear to thy sonsWhose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's nest, Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast! Wreath the bowl. Air-Noran Kista. Wreath the bowl With flow'rs of soul, The brightest wit can find us; Tow'rds heav'n to-night, And leave dull earth behind us! Should love amid The wreaths be hid That joy, th' enchanter, brings us, No danger fear While wine is near, We'll drown him, if he stings us. Then, wreath the bowl With flow'rs of soul, The brightest wit can find us; Tow'rd heav'n to-night, And leave dull earth behind us! 'Twas nectar fed Of old, 'tis said, Their Junos, Joves, Apollos; And man may brew His nectar too, The rich receipt's as follows: Take wine, like this, Let looks of bliss Around it well be blended, Then bring wit's beam To warm the stream, And there's your nectar, splendid! So, wreath the bowl, &c. Say, why did Time His glass sublime Fill up with sands unsightly, |