II. Nanny's beaming eye Looks as warm as any; She pluck'd a little posie, Sue, the pretty nun, Prays with warm emotion; Sweetly rolls her eye In love or in devotion. If her pious heart Softens to relieve you, She gently shares the crime, With, "Oh! may God forgive you!" Oh! the little girls, Wily, warm, and winning; When angels tempt us to it, Who can keep from sinning? LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. I. YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sunbeam play'd; "Why thus in darkness lie?" whisper'd young Love, "Thou, whose gay hours should in sunshine move.' "I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun, "So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one." II. Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, And placed her where Heaven's beam warmly play'd. There she reclined, beneath Love's gazing eye, While, all mark'd with sunshine, her hours flew by. "Oh! how," said the Dial, 66 can any fair maid, "That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade ?” III. But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er, LOVE AND TIME. I. "TIS said-but whether true or not But short the moments, short as bright, If Time to-day has had his flight, Love takes his turn to-morrow. The saddest and most trying, When one begins to limp again, And t'other takes to flying. III. But there's a nymph-whose chains 1 feel, Who knows-the dear one!-how to deal So well she checks their wanderings, That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings, And Time for ever wears 'em. This is Time's holiday; Oh! how he flies away! Y LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS WITH THEE. I. LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee; Love can find no roses there. Love, my Mary, ne'er can roam, Ne'er can be a home for him. LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD. I. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us- Each hour I number o'er- Worthy of thee, Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last : All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. II. Rest, dear bosom! no sorrows shall pain thee, Oh! if there be a charm Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last: LOVE, WAND’RING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE. LOVE, wand'ring through the golden maze, Of my beloved's hair, Traced every lock with fond delays, And, doting, linger'd there. And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was closed confined, And every curlet was a tie A chain by beauty twined. MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH. THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. I. MERRILY every 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 Every joy the land surroundeth, II. Wearily every bosom pineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! Where the bond of slavery twineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! There the warrior's dart There the maiden's heart Hath no sweetness Every flower 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, And wave his sword afar; For the men of the East this day shall bleed, And the sun shall blush with war. Victory sits on the Christian's helm To guide her holy band: The Knight of the Cross this day shall whelm The men of the Pagan land. Oh! bless'd who in the battle dies! GOD will enshrine him in the skies! Now let the warrior plume his steed, For the men of the East this day shall bleed, OH, LADY FAIR! I. Oн, Lady fair! where art thou roaming? |