Hail to the flag! the gallant flag, for it is victory's own, Though Trafalgar re-echoes still the hero's dying groan; The Spaniards dowsed their jaundiced rag on that eventful day, And Gallic eagles humbly crouched, acknowledging our sway. Hail to the flag! the gallant flag! come, hoist it once again, And show the haughty nations round our throne is on the main ; Our ships are crowns and sceptres, whose titles have no flaw, And legislators are our guns-dispensing cannon law. Once more, then, hail the gallant flag, the seaman's honest pride, Who loves to see it flaunt the breeze, and o'er the ocean ride: Like the genius of his country, 'tis ever bold and free; And he will prove where'er it flies, we're sovereign of the sea. WIT AND BEAUTY. As Wit and Beauty, for an hour, You look quite ugly, Beauty; Whether 'tis Wit They most admire, or Beauty. So said, so done, out they both set, With Reason to protect 'em ; Resolv'd, that the first men they met Should to the truth direct 'em. Instant they asked a midnight throng, Who to Bacchus paid their duty; Wit, cried out they, teems in our song, But 'tis inspired by Beauty! Learn wisdom, Wit, Like us, submit To the sweet power of Beauty. Cried Wit, No tricks on travellers here, When men submit To be the slaves of Beauty. Quaint rogue, with his satiric page, If I'm condemned by yonder sage, Better to contemplate on Wit? No, to reflect on Beauty. Then, in fond fit, He turned from Wit, And squeezed the hand of Beauty. Wit rules the mind, Beauty the heart, Thus, cleaving to the better part, Hence, cried the sage, my presence quit, Glad to submit, Has owned the power of Beauty. WHEN WOMAN PLIGHTS HER TROTH. R. MCMURRAY.] [Music by M. W. BALFE. WHEN Woman plights her troth to him Be mine that blissful hour to keep, THERE'S NO DECEIT IN WINE. QUARTETTO. [Music by WEBBR.] THE mighty conqu'ror of hearts With all his flames, his fires, and darts, I'll offer all my sacrifice, Henceforth at Bacchus' shrine, The merry god ne'er tells us lies, ONCE UPON MY CHEEK. GLEE. [Music by CALCOTT.] ONCE upon my cheek he said the roses grew, But now they're wash'd away with the cold ev'ning dew; For I wander through the night, when all but me have rest, And the moon's soft beams fall piteously upon my troubled breast. RIVER SILENT RIVER. that in silence windest Thro' the meadows bright and free, I have watch'd thy current glide, Overflow'd me like a tide. Ah! thou hast taught me, silent river! I can give thee but a song. Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee, Friends I love have dwelt beside thee, When I fan the living embers On the hearth-stone of my heart! QUEEN OF THE STARRY NIGHT. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. M. JOLLY. QUEEN of the starry night! beautiful moon ! The silv'ry splendour that's shed by thy beam; Shedding a splendour where darkness would be, Even the ruin sits smiling in mirth, Robed in the glory it borrows from thee ! Queen of the silent realm! empress of night! PRAY FOR THOSE AT SEA. HON. MRS. NORTON.] [Music by HON. MRS. NORTON. OH, lone, and wide, and trackless, By its waves dear friends are parted, And pray for those at sea. On land a taper burneth, By the sick man's fevered bed, By his side a woman kneeleth, And in tears her prayers are said. |