E. FITZBALL.] CHILD OF THE SUN. [Music by BALFE. CHILD of the sun, unhappy slave, Thy spirit must not dare To gaze on charms that Nature gave With soul that is denied the free, To feel, to weep, to sigh, The only privilege can be To worship, and to die! Dark is thy hue, as that of night, How blest the privilege would be, To worship, and to die! SONG OF THE BELL. H. W. LONGFELLOW.] [Music by J. L. HATTON. BELL! thou soundest merrily, To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest merrily: Bed-time draweth nigh! Bell! thou soundest mournfully: Parting hath gone by! Say! how canst thou mourn? Thou art but metal dull! Thou dost feel them all! THE BIRTHPLACE, THE HOME, AND THE GRAVE OF THE BARD. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. E. PERRING. ALL hail to the shrine, for the spot must be holy That cradled in infancy genius and worth; Oh! what though the roof may be humble and lowly, It shelter'd the gem that shone proudest on earth. 'Tis not mid the gay halls of riches and splendour The home of true genius alone can be found, But in dwellings like those, where our homage we render, With heaven above them, and nature around. Chorus. Then hail to the shrine, be it hallowed, for never Shall we, who sweet Shakespeare have learnt to regard, Forget the dear scene where the Avon runs ever— The birthplace-the home-and the grave of the bard. That nation can ne'er be debased or degraded, Whose people still cherish, with feelings of pride, The spots that the halo of Genius pervadedThe home where it dwelt, the place where it died. Then perish the slave who with rude hands would sever LET my care be no man's sorrow, Smiles as bright as summer's day, As the stream in winter freezes, When some new-found pleasure beams, As the sun sets free the streams. HOW SWEET THE HOUR. ROUND. [Music by DR. HAYES.] How sweet the hour of closing day, SISTER! SINCE I MET THEE LAST. [Music by HERMANN. since I met thee last, MBS. HEMANS.] Yes! thy varying cheek hath caught Tell me not the tale, my flower! OH, SWEET SIMPLICITY. ROUND. O SWEET simplicity flow in my veins, LOVE SMILES BUT TO DECEIVE. DESMOND RYAN.] [Music by M. W. BALFE. 'Tis gone, the past was all a dream, The light of life is o'er, The hope that once so bright did seem, Oh! foolish heart without a thought, Nor knew what many a tale has taught, No more I'll join the dance and song, I'll seek me out some silent spot, And learn what many a tale has taught, THE STORMY PETREL. PARK BENJAMIN.] [Music by DWIGHT. THIS is the bird that sweeps o'er the sea- To dwell in calm on the tranquil shore, Birds of the sea, they rejoice in storms; |