III.

Tell him to smile again

In Pleasure's dazzling throng,

To wear another's chain,

To praise another's song.
Before the loveliest there

I'd have him bend his knee,

And breathe to her the

prayer

He used to breathe to me.

IV.

And tell him, day by day
Life looks to me more dim;
I falter when I pray,

Although I pray for him.
And bid him, when I die,

Come to our favourite tree;
I shall not hear him sigh,-

Then let him sigh for me!

JULY 20, 1829.

WHERE IS MISS MYRTLE ?

AIR-"Sweet Kitty Clover."

I.

WHERE is Miss Myrtle? can any one tell?
Where is she gone, where is she gone ?
She flirts with another, I know very well;

And I-am left all alone!

She flies to the window when Arundel rings,-
She's all over smiles when Lord Archibald sings,-
It's plain that her Cupid has two pair of wings:
Where is she gone, where is she gone?

Her love and my love are different things;
And I-am left all alone!

I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow;
Where is she gone, where is she gone?

She told me such horrors were never worn now:
And I-am left all alone!

But I saw her at night with a rose in her hair,

And I guess who it came from-of course I don't

care!

VOL. II.

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We all know that girls are as false as they're fair ; Where is she gone, where is she gone?

I'm sure the lieutenant's a horrible bear:

And I am left all alone!

III.

Whenever we go on the Downs for a ride,
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
She looks for another to trot by her side:
And I-am left all alone!

And whenever I take her downstairs from a ball,
She nods to some puppy to put on her shawl:
I'm a peaceable man, and I don't like a brawl;—
Where is she gone, where is she gone?

But I would give a trifle to horsewhip them all ;
And I-am left all alone!

IV.

She tells me her mother belongs to the sect,
Where is she gone, where is she gone?

Which holds that all waltzing is quite incorrect :
And I-am left all alone!

But a fire's in my heart, and a fire's in my brain,
When she waltzes away with Sir Phelim O'Shane ;
I don't think I ever can ask her again :

Where is she gone, where is she gone?

And, Lord! since the summer she's grown very plain ; And I-am left all alone!

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V.

She said that she liked me a twelvemonth ago;
Where is she gone, where is she gone?

And how should I guess that she'd torture me so?
And I-am left all alone!

Some day she'll find out it was not very wise
To laugh at the breath of a true lover's sighs;
After all, Fanny Myrtle is not such a prize :
Where is she gone, where is she gone ?—
Louisa Dalrymple has exquisite eyes;
And I'll be no longer alone!

1831.

THE CONFESSION.

I.

FATHER-Father-I confess-
Here he kneeled and sighed,
When the moon's soft loveliness
Slept on turf and tide.

In my ear the prayer he prayed
Seems to echo yet;

But the answer that I made

Father-I forget!

Ora pro me!

II.

Father-Father-I confess

Precious gifts he brought;

Satin sandal, silken dress;
Richer ne'er were wrought;
Gems that make the daylight dim,
Plumes in gay gold set ;—

But the gaud I gave to him—

Father-I forget!

Ora pro me!