GRIST TO THE MILL. MRS. EDWARD THOMAS.] [Music by P. E. VAN NOORDEN. Ir's all very fine for us schoolgirls to cry, For Love we could live, and for Love we could die ; That Cupid may prosper through foolish things still. What yield on such terms? No! we thank you the same, But we're not the moths to be caught in your flame; Our wings are too choice to be singed with its glow, And that, boastful Cupid, we'd have you to know: Saying, "Grist to the mill !" come, yield then who will, That Cupid may prosper through foolish things still. Yet to live and not love, while the gay cavaliers Will a courage demand that must certainly fail, MY HEART IS OVERWEARY, DEAR. MRS, EDWARD THOMAS.] [Music by P. H. ATKINSON, 'TIS years since we two parted, I thought that thou would'st come again, For my heart is overweary, dear, I count the hours, I count the days, I count the months and years, Hark! hark! I hear a well-known step, Oh! life, ebb not away! I did not mean it, when Death for its slow delay. chid He comes-he comes! oh, let me live WONT YOU TELL? J. E, CARPENTER.] [Music by STEPHEN GLOVER. WHY not tell me if you love me, Be it more or be it less, Not more distant stars above me, Why thus leave me still to guess? Do you love me wont you tell? When I sigh, your smile provoking OLD ENGLAND'S VOLUNTEERS. ANONYMOUS.] [Air—“ The British Grenadiers." No love of conquest fires them, no false ambition snares, No step aggressive marks them; a holier cause is theirs. Defenders of their Queen and homes, of all that life endears, Against invasion's hostile bands, arise the Volunteers! No serf or conscript swells their ranks, whose banner freedom rears; Spontaneously, then rally round, "Old England's Volunteers." Their watchword is "Be ready ;" and "the flag a thousand years That's brav'd the battle and the breeze," waves o'er the Volunteers. No pride of rank or station, the peasant and the peerOne common band of Englishmen-all meet as equals here; Hearts beat with hearts, hand joins in hand, more firm as danger nears; The bravest is the noblest of "Old England's Volunteers." Old jealousies and private griefs, the rancourings of years, Are buried in the fellowship of England's Volunteers; All discord vanishes, and naught but unity appears Among the holy brotherhood of England's Volunteers. No bickerings of party can their solid ranks divide,There, Tories, Whigs, and Radicals are number'd side by side; United in their country's cause, all faction disappears; They recognise no politics, the patriot Volunteers ? Impell'd by love, at duty's call, amidst their country's cheers, Your husbands, brothers, sires, come forth, in might, as Volunteers! Then, wives and maids of Albion, dispel invasion's fears, No hostile foot shall tread the shore where all are Volunteers! 66 Arm, Britons, arm !" "Defend the land !" "Your country's flag's unfurl'd,' And answering guns and rifles bid defiance to the world; Then pledge them in a bumper, up-standing, with three cheers, To the safeguard of our hearths and homes, “Old England's Volunteers." I DREAM OF THEE. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. P. KNIGHT. I DREAM of thee when all is still, I dream of thee, and then I dwell By wood, and fount, and stream, Again we rove earth's sunny bowers; I dream of thee, I live in dreams- That lights the woods, and gilds the streams, DULCE DOMUM. [J. R., in the "Gentleman's Magazine" for March, 1796.] SING a sweet melodious measure, Waft enchanting lays around; Home, sweet home! an ample treasure; Lo! the joyful hour advances, All our tedious toils requite. Leave, my wearied Muse, thy learning; See the year, the meadow, smiling ; Now the swallow seeks her dwelling, The example thus impelling, Let us seek our native home! |