All over the ocean, far from land, When the storm-king rises, dark and grand, The fathomless waves with steady feet, So, 'mid the contest and toil of life, SWEET WOMAN'S PITYING TEAR. J. W. LAKE.] [Music by ALEXANDER LEE. WHATE'ER our lot in life may prove, When hopes like fading leaves depart, For every pang that rends the heart The world it is a bitter one, Her heart is pity's pure domain, I'VE WATCHED FOR THEE. H. DEVAL.] [Music by H. DEVAL. Ah, linger not, my ain kind Jamie, AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF T. MOORE.] [Air-" The young man's dream." As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting! Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead, leafless branch in the summer's bright ray; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain, HOPE FOR THE BEST! EDWIN RANSFord.] [Music by E. RANSFORD. THE uphill of life we must all of us tread, Encount'ring the rough and the smooth by the way, But while we act right we have little to dread, Our path will be bright and as clear as noonday. 'Tis fruitless to think it will be without pain, That all will be pleasure on which we can rest; Still let us not over our trials complain, But each do his duty, and hope for the best! The bitters and sweets we in turn ever taste, While passing the few years allotted to man; Yet why should we grieve?-to do good let us hasteTo help one another do all that we can. Misfortune may come to the best of us here, But let us bear up when we're put to the test, And should sorrow follow and cause us to fear, Let each do his duty, and hope for the best! We all must expect with reverses to meet, Sometimes with a foe-and sometimes with a friend, What matters, so long as our journey is sweet, And leads to a bright and a glorious end? It is not all sunshine we want here below, But various changes to give life a zest ; Then let us look forward as onward we go, Let each do his duty, and hope for the best! GO, GENTLE BREEZE. ROUND. Go, gentle breeze, to yon verdant grove, J. H. JEWEL.] THE GREEK SLAVE. [Music by S. W. NEW. I sigh for my home, where the tyrant hath been I sigh for my home and the fanes of my sires, Yet Hope, sweet enchantress, points onwards and says, Thy sorrows will end with the grave, And thy spirit thus freed, thus freed from earth's ties, Shall give freedom and rest to the slave. THE LIGHT FROM LOVING EYES. GEORGE HODDER.] [Music by M. W. BALFE. THE light from loving eyes! How brightly it beameth, The nearer it seemeth. As onward we wander, Thro' scenes that are drear, That light is the beacon Tho' fortune may low'r, The light froin loving eyes! O'er life's darken'd stream, THE LAMPLIGHTER. [CHARLES DIBDIN.] I'M jolly Dick the lamplighter, But father's not the likes of I, For knowing life and fun, For I queer tricks and fancy spy, Folks never show the sun; Rogues, owls and bats, can't bear the light, Things never seen by day. At night men lay aside all art, And many a face, and many a heart |