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."

I.

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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.

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 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."

I.

WREATH the bowl

With flow'rs of soul,
The brightest wit can find us:
Well 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 flow'rs of soul,

The brightest wit can find us;
We'll take a flight

Tow'rds heaven 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, wreath the bowl, &c.

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,

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The glass in two we'd sever,
Make pleasure glide

In double tide,

And fill both ends for ever!

Then, wreath the bowl, &c.

WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.

AIR" Father Quin.”

1.

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 bright-
I 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 his blights,
The ruin'd hope-the friend unkind—
And Love, who leaves, where'er be lights,
A chill'd or burning heart behind!
And youth that like pure snow appears,
Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain,
When once 'tis touched by sorrow's tears,
Will never shine so bright again!

IF THOU LT BE MINE.

AIR--" The Winnowing Sheet."

I.

IF thou'lt be mine, the treasure of air,
Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet;
Whatever in fancy's eye looks fair,

Or in hope s sweet music sounds most sweet, Shall be ours, if thou wilt be mine, love!

II.

Bright flow'rs 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 flow from heaven-ward

hills,

Shall keep our hearts, like meads, that lie,
To be bath'd 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,

As thou'lt own, if thou wilt be mine, love!