it

To hear a flute through yonder vale I from my casement lean. Oh! come, my love!' each note utters seems to say! 'Oh! come, my love! the night wears fast away!'

No, ne'er to mortal ear

Can words, though warm they be, Speak Passion's language half so clear As do those notes to me

Then quick my own light lute I seek, And strike the chords with loudest swell;

And though they nought to others speak, He knows their language well.

THOUGH 'TIS ALL BUT A DREAM. French Air.

THOUGH 'tis all but a dream at the best,

Yet, even in a dream to be blessed And still when happiest soonest o'er,

Is so sweet, that I ask for no more. The bosom that opes with earliest hopes, As flowers that first in spring-time burst, The soonest finds those hopes untrue,

The earliest wither too!

Ay-'tis all but a dream, &c.

By friendship we oft are deceived,

And find the love we clung to past; Yet friendship will still be believed,

And love trusted on to the last.
The web in the leaves the spider weaves
Is like the charm Hope hangs o'ermen;
Though often she sees it broke by the
breeze,

She spins the bright tissue again.
Ay-'tis all but a dream, &c.

Thrilled to the world's very core? Thus to live cowards and slaves,

Oh! ye free hearts that lie dead! Do you not, e'en in your graves, Shudder, as o'er you we tread?

NE'ER TALK OF WISDOM'S GLOOMY SCHOOLS.

Mahratta Air.

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NE'ER talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools;
Give me the sage who's able
To draw his moral thoughts and rules
From the sunshine of the table ;-
Who learns how lightly, fleetly pass
This world and all that's in it,
From the bumper that but crowns his
glass,

And is gone again next minute.
The diamond sleeps within the mine,
The pearl beneath the water;
While Truth, more precious, dwells in
wine,

The grape's own rosy daughter! And none can prize her charms like him, Oh! none like him obtain her, Who thus can, like Leander, swim Through sparkling floods to gain her!

o'er our head,

A shade somewhat darker o'er life they may spread,

Transparent, at least, be the shadow they cast,

So that Love's softened light may shine through to the last.

OH, GUARD OUR AFFECTION. Он, guard our affection, nor e'er let it feel

The blight that this world o'er the warmest will steal:

While the faith of all round us is fading or past,

Let ours, ever green, keep its bloom to the last.

Far safer for Love 'tis to wake and to weep,

As he used in his prime, than go smiling to sleep;

For death on his slumber, cold death follows fast,

While the love that is wakeful lives on to the last.

BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS HITHER.

BRING the bright garlands hither,
Ere yet a leaf is dying;
If so soon they must wither,

Ours be their last sweet sighing.
Hark, that low dismal chime!
'Tis the dreary voice of Time.
Oh, bring beauty, bring roses,

Bring all that yet is ours; Let life's day, as it closes,

Shine to the last through flowers.

Haste, ere the bowl's declining,
Drink of it now or never;
Now, while Beauty is shining,
Love, or she's lost for ever.