Oh, what would have been young Beauty's doom, They tell us, in the moon's bright round, So charms, on earth long pass'd and gone, Would ye have smiles that ne'er grow dim? You've only to give them all to him, Can lend them life, this life beyond, Then, welcome the bard where'er he comes, Yet still, from time to time, he loves No matter how far, how fleet he flies, 234 Sing—Sing—Music was given. Sing-sing-Music was given, To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in Heaven, By harmony's laws alone are kept moving. Beauty may boast of her eyes and her cheeks, But Love from the lips his true archery wings; And she, who but feathers the dart when she speaks, At once sends it home to the heart when she sings. Then sing-sing-Music was given, To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in Heaven, By harmony's laws alone are kept moving. When Love, rock'd by his mother, Lay sleeping as calm as slumber could make him, "Hush, hush," said Venus, "no other "Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him." Dreaming of music he slumber'd the while Till faint from his lip a soft melody broke, And Venus, enchanted, look'd on with a smile, While Love to his own sweet singing awoke. Then sing-sing-Music was given, To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in Heaven, By harmony's laws alone are kept moving. RICHES Song of Innisfail. They came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main "Oh, where's the Isle we've seen in dreams, And, lo, where afar o'er ocean shines As though in that deep lay emerald mines, Whose light through the wave was seen. "Tis Innisfail-'t is Innisfail!""" Rings o'er the echoing sea; While, bending to heav'n, the warriors hail That home of the brave and free. Then turn'd they unto the Eastern wave, A look of such sunny omen gave |