NATIONAL AIRS. No. II. LOVE AND HOPE. Swiss Air. I. AT morn, beside yon summer sea, But scarce had noon-tide come, when he And left poor Hope behind. II. "I go," said Love, "to sail awhile And then so sweet his parting smile, III. She linger'd there till evening's beam Along the waters lay, And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream, Oft traced his name, which still the stream As often wash'd away. IV. At length a sail appears in sight, And tow'rd the maiden moves! "T is Wealth that comes, and gay and bright, His goldon bark reflects the light, But ah! it is not Love's. V. Another sail-'twas Friendship show'd VI. Now fast around the sea and shore Night threw her darkling chain, THERE COMES A TIME. German Air. I. THERE comes a time, a dreary time, II. When sets the sun on Afric's shore, And so should life at once be o'er, Oh! there comes a time, etc. MY HARP HAS ONE UNCHANGING THEME. Swedish Air. My harp has one unchanging theme, In vain I try, with livelier air, And saddens all I sing. II. Breathe on, breathe on, thou languid strain, Though thou art oft so full of pain, The breath that Pleasure's wings OH! NO-NOT E'EN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED. Cashmerian Air. OH! no-not e'en when first we loved, Thy beauty then my senses moved, But now thy virtues bind my heart. Has since been turn'd to Reason's vow; II. Although my heart in earlier youth Much more than it has lost in fire. PEACE BE AROUND THEE. PEACE be around thee, wherever thou rov'st; If sorrow e'er this calm should break, II. May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all, They shall not crush one flower beneath! As half in shade and half in sun, This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances ! COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS. French Air. I. WHILE I touch the string, Wreathe my brows with laurel, For the tale I sing, Has, for once, a moral. Common Sense, one night, Though not used to gambols, Went out by moonlight, With Genius on his rambles. Common Sense went on, Many wise things saying, Soon set Genius straying. On each night-cloud o'er him. III. So they came, at last, To a shady river; Common Sense soon pass'd, But tumbled headlong in it! How the wise one smiled, When safe o'er the torrent, Dripping from the current! On the bank, 'tis said, Died of that cold river! While I touch the string, etc. THEN, FARE THEE WELL! I. THEN, fare thee well! my own dear love, This world has now for us No greater grief, no pain above, The pain of parting thus, dear love! the pain of parting thus! II. Had we but known, since first we met, Some few short hours of bliss, We might, in numbering them, forget The deep, deep pain of this, dear love! the deep, deep pain of this!. III. But, no, alas! we've never seen One glimpse of pleasure's ray, But still there came some cloud between, And chased it all away, dear love! and chased it all Yet, e'en could those sad moments last, Far dearer to my heart |