Whose very mirth and cheerfulness I love my parents, who so oft I wish I had a sister Who could kneel with me in pray'r, I should be more the child, and less HARK! THE GODDESS DIANA. HARK! the goddess Diana For the huntsman is winding his horn! And for hunting preparing; To the field, then, brave boys, let's repair! THE MINSTREL OF THE TYROL. Then with pride he told how his kinsmen bold Oh! from his mountain land, with harp in hand, 'Mid a gallant throng did that son of song And a tear-drop came as he breath'd the name Oh! 'mid a gallant throng did that son of song For his thoughts would roam to his distant home, LADY DUFFERIN.] I AM WEARY. [Music by LADY DUFFERIN. I AM weary! I am weary of the green earth and the sun, They are joyful things to look upon when life is but begun! In the young days, when a flower's breath or wild bird's thrilling tone, Or the sweet, fresh air of heaven, were happiness alone! G I am weary! I am weary! but the long night comes at last! And the sleep that brings no 'wild'ring dreams, no voices from the past! The peaceful sleep! when yain regrets and vainer hopes are o'er, And the looks and tones of other days shall haunt my soul no more! But the green earth in its beauty hath a mournful look to me, And a dream of sadness dwells within the voice of stream and tree; Gone are the kindly looks that made my home a paradise! Oh, the glorious sunshine is not worth the light of loving eyes! Who calls thee lone and dark, thou grave! thou art the quiet home, The holy tryst where parted friends shall meet no more to roam ! Where the sad ones left on this dim earth their long lost dead shall see ; Not lone! Oh no, my well beloved, ye will be there with me! THE FALLING STAR. SAMUEL LOVER.] [Music by LOVER. [It is believed that a wish expressed while we see a star falling is fulfilled.] I SAW a star that was falling, I wish'd the wish of my soul, My heart on its influence calling Hope whisper'd my wish would be granted, My heart in sweet ecstasy panted, At the visions were smiling beyond. Oh! like the meteors,-sweeping, Thro' darkness their luminous way, I saw a star that was beaming, Unwearied its sweet watch 'twas seeming Are the joys that are false and are true, And thought, my own true love, of you. Unwearied its sweet watch 'twas seeming I WILL KISS THEE INTO REST. [LORD BYRON.] THIS rose, to calm my brother's cares, What! not receive my foolish flower; On me, can thus thy forehead lower, And know'st thou not who loves thee best? Oh! Selim, dear, oh, more than dearest, Say, is it I thou hat'st or fearest ? Come lay thy head upon my breast, CLARIBEL.] MARION'S SONG. ONCE in the cool of early morn, The lark was singing aloud, [Music by CLARIBEL. Like a king in state he was high upborne, While thro' the air his song was ringing, Then in the turf the violet sweet The sunbeams crept to my darling's feet, The lark came down from his cloud to hear her, The linnet flew up to a briar near her, The dew-drops clung to her garment's hem, She sings not now for any of them. Angels who sing in the heav'ns above In vain may the lark and linnet listen, The angels will keep her for ever. THE EXILE'S DREAM. LANGTON WILLIAMS.] [Music by L. WILLIAMS. RECITATION. FAR from the cherished country of his birth, He dreams-and fancy on her fairy wings Has borne him back to days, long, long pass'd by. |