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More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers,
Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours.

II.
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,
First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea,
I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow,
But, oh! could I love thee more deeply than now?

III.
No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs,
But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons-
Whose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's nest,
Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast !

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WREATH THE BOWL.
AIR.-Noran Kista.

1.
WREATH the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us ;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds heaven 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 flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds heav'n to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us !

II.
'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, wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us ;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us !

III.
Say, why did Time

His glass sublime
Fill up with sands unsightly,

When wine, he knew,

Runs brisker through
And sparkles far more brightly?

Oh, lend it us,

And, smiling thus,
The glass in two we'd sever,

Make pleasure glide

In double tide,
And fill both ends for ever !

Then wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us !

WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.

AIR.-Father Quinn.

I. WHENE'ER I see those smiling eyes,

All fill’d with hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever rise,

To dim a Heaven so purely brightI sigh to think how soon that brow

In grief may lose its every ray,

And that light heart, so joyous now,
Almost forget it once was gay.

II.
For Time will come with all its blights,

The ruin'd hope the friend unkind
The love that leaves, where'er it lights,

A chilld or burning heart behind ! While youth, that now like snow appears,

Ere sullied by the dark’ning rain, When once 'tis touch'd by sorrow's tears,

Will never shine so bright again !

IF THOU'LT' BE MINE.
AIR. -The winnowing Sheet.

1.
İF thoul't be mine, the treasures of air,

Of earth, and sea shall lie at thy feet;
Whatever in Fancy's eye looks fair,
Or in Hope's sweet music is most sweet,
Shall be ours, if thou wilt be mine, love!

II.
Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove,

A voice divine shall talk in each stream,
The stars shall look like worlds of love,
And this earth be all one beautiful dream
In our eyes, if thou wilt be mine, love!

III.
And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high,

Like streams, that come from heaven-ward hills,
Shall keep our hearts—like meads, that lie
To be bathed by those eternal rills
Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love!

IV.
All this and more the Spirit of Love

Can breathe o'er them, who feel his spells !
That Heaven which forms his home above,
He can make on earth, wherever he dwells,

And he will, if thou wilt be mine, love!

TO LADIES' EYES.
AIR.– Fague a Ballagh.

I.
To Ladies' Eyes a round, boy,

We can't refuse, we can't refuse,
Though bright eyes so abound, boy,

'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose. For thick as stars that lighten

Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers, The countless eyes that brighten

This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup --where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

II.

Some looks there are so holy,

They seem but given, they seem but given, As splendid beacons, solely,

To light to Heaven, to light to Heaven. While some-oh! ne'er believe them

With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them!)

The other way, the other way.
But fill the cup—where’er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall,
We're sure to find Love there, boy,
So drink them all! so drink them all!

III.
In some, as in a mirror,

Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd, But shun the flattering error,

'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling

In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips--but this is telling,

So here they go ! so here they go ! Fill up, fill up-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

FORGET NOT THE FIELD.
AIR.The Lamentation of Aughrim.

I.
Forget not the field where they perish'd,

The truest, the last of the brave,
All gone-and the bright hope we cherish'd
Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave!

II.
Oh! could we from death but recover

Those hearts, as they bounded before,
In the face of High Heaven to fight over
That combat for freedom once more ;-

III.
Could the chain for an instant be riven,

Which Tyranny flung round us then,
Oh! 'tis not in Man nor in Heaven,

To let Tyranny bind it again!

IV.

But'tis past-and, though blazon'd in story
The name of our Victor may be,

Accursed is the march of that glory,
Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.

V.

Far dearer the grave or the prison,

Illumed by one patriot name,
Than the trophies of all, who have risen

On Liberty's ruins to fame!

THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.

AIR.- Noch bonin shin doe.

I.
They may rail at this life from the hour I began it,

I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss;
And, until they can shew me some happier planet,

More social and bright, I'll content me with this.
As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,

As before me this moment enraptured I see,

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