THERE is a lovely brilliant star
Attends the moon on high,
And seems to guide her shining car,
In beauty through the sky :
So true love leads my trusting heart
For ever on to thee;
Twill be as hard for us to part,
So dear thou art to me.
So true love, &c.
I knew thee first in early years,
When earth seem'd strewn with flowers;
When hope was unalloyed by fears,
And sunshine crown'd the hours;
'Mong fustal halls of mirth and song,
That win the soul from care,
To me such scenes were dull and long,
If thou, love, wert not there.
So true love, &c.
[Music by HoN. MRS. NORTON.
OH, slumber thou my darling,
Though stormy seas we brave!
The land that rock'd thy cradle,
We leave beyond the wave,
Another home we crave.
My tears, my tears are falling,
And thou, too young to know
How much in all my grieving
Thou hast thy share of woe.
Thou know'st not that the mother
Who rocks thee on her knee,
Is weeping for the father
Who hath forsaken thee!
But slumber thou, my lone one,
On this aching breast,
The heaving of its sorrow
Shall lull my babe to rest.
Sleep, sleep, slumber soft, my child.
Oh, lone, unconscious dear one,
When thou a man shalt be,
And far away in England
Thy father's face shalt see,
Bid him remember me!
And say when winds were raging
And dashed wild and high,
In lurid darkness shrouded
I fear'd not then to die!
With patient heart I waited
The will of heaven above,
Life's value had departed
The day I lost his love.
My arms around thee folding,
On thee I fixed my gaze,
The one dear link remaining
To home and happy days.
Sleep, sleep, slumber soft, my child.
[Music by T. A. RAWLINGS.
YES, we will meet as the coldest have met
Yes, we will part with no sigh of regret ;
Oh! if those eyes dare to look upon me,
Why should I shrink from a meeting with thee?
Come with the smile of a saint on thy brow,
Come with the friends who are dear to thee now;
If in my soul lurks no thought of deceit,
Say, is it I that should blush when we meet ?
WHEN TIME, WHO STEALS OUR YEARS AWAY.
WHEN time, who steals our years away,
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The memory of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.
Then, Chloe, when thy beauty's.flower
Shall fill the wintry air,
Remembrance will recall the hour
When thou alone wert fair.
Then talk no more of future gloom,
Our joys will always last,
For hope shall brighten days to come,
And memory gild the past.
Chloe, fill the genial bowl,
I drink to love and thee:
Thou never canst decay in soul,
Thou'lt still be young to me.
And as thy lips the tear-drop chase,
Which on my cheek they find,
So hope shall steal away the trace
Which sorrow leaves behind.
Then fill the bowl, away with gloom,
Our joys shall always last;
For hope shall brighten days to come,
And memory gild the past.
But mark, at thought of future years,
When love shall lose its soul,
My Chloe drops her timid tears,
They mingle with my bowl.
How like this bowl of wine, my fair,
Our loving life shall fleet!
Though tears may sometimes mingle there,
The draught will still be sweet.
TURN on, old Time, thine hour-glass,
The sand of life why stay?
Quick; let the gold-grain'd moments pass,
'Tis they all debts must pay.
Of what avail are grief and tears,
Since life which came must go?
And brief the longest tide of years,
As waves that ebb and flow.
Stay, fleeting Time, thine hour-glass,
The tide of life, oh, stay,
Nor let the golden moments pass
Like worthless sand away.
For him, oh, be there many years,
Apart from ev'ry woe,
The blue serene which heaven wears,
When waves scarce ebb and flow.
Despite, old Time, thine hour-glass,
Tuin quickly as it may,
His sand of life not yet shall pass
If he my wish obey.
Of life there are full happy years,
If well the die we throw,
For May-day smiles and autumn tears
Are waves that ebb and flow.
COME, SMILE AGAIN!
[Music by W. V. WALLACE.
COME, smile again! as though our years
Had been one path of sun and light;
So fresh with joy, undimmed by tears,
Where all had been, like thee, most bright.
Some withered leaves will drop around
In summer and with sunshine fair,
And yet thou weep'st because we've found
Amid joy's flowers one drooping there.
I would but ask how many days
Have left sweet memories o'er thy mind!
And yet so bright the future plays,
We need not cast one look behind.
As evening sunbeams o'er the west,
Look back with grief when parting there,
We'll let some joy thus sink to rest,
And hope for one more bright and fair.
My sister dear, o'er this rude cheek
Oft I've felt the tear-drop stealing,
When those mute looks have told the feeling
Heaven denied thy tongue to speak;
And thou hadst comfort in that tear,
Shed for thee, my sister dear!
And now, alas, I weep alone,
By thee, my youth's dear friend, forsaken,
'Mid thoughts that darken'd fears awaken,
Trembling for thy fate unknown :
And vainly flows the bitter tear,
Shed for thee, my sister dear!
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