Wise ones and wealthy,
The active and healthy,
Take care to come early,
Nor loitering remain.
Gaily the mill goes,

Gaily the mill goes,

Tic tac, tic tac!

When the merry brisk wind blows.
There's a breeze on the hill, &c.

Not for the rich

Hurries my mill;
He must be patient-
Wait on its will.
If one less greedy,
More humble and needy,
Requires my assistance,
I coax the saucy mill,

While its soft voice seems to say

Tic tac, tic tac !

While its soft voice seems to say,
To the poor attention pay.

There's a breeze on the hill, &c.

G. LINLEY.]

ONLY FOR THEE.

[Music by G. LINLEY.

ONLY for thee is my heart beating,

True to its trust, each thought, love, is thine,

Sad when apart, joyous when meeting,

Earth's brightest hopes around thee twine.

Angel of life, soothing its strife,

'Neath thy dear sway, care fades away.

Only for thee each moment sighing,

Lonely the hours when thou art not near;

Blest when thy voice, softly replying,
Falls like music on mine ear.

Only for thee, 'mid scenes of gladness,

Pines my fond heart if thou art not nigh;
Only for thee, when full of sadness,
Balm to bestow, still I sigh.

Fortune may frown, false ones disown,
Nought shall I rue, so thou art true.
Only for thee, in sleeping or waking,

Throbs my glad heart with visions of love;
Sweet thoughts of thee oft on me breaking,
Shine with lustre from above.

I'VE A HOME ON THE MOUNTAIN.

MRS. C. B. WILSON.]

[Music by A. LEW,

I'VE a home on the mountain,

A boat on the ferry,

Though I drink from the fountain,

My heart's light and merry.

I've no gold in my coffers,

Yet I seek home with glee,
For the maid of the mountain
Smiles sweetly on me.

When my labour is over,
I leave the old ferry,
And seek my fond lover,

With heart light and merry;
At the porch of her cottage,
'Neath the old oaken tree,
The sweet maid of the mountain
Smiles sweetly on me.

When the summer is gone,

And no folks cross the ferry,
I'll seek my wild home,

With a heart light and merry ;
With my dog and my gun,

On the moors I'll make free,
When the maid of the mountain
Is wedded to me.

THE BOY'S GRAVE.

A. F. WESTMACOTT.]

[Music by P. JEWELL. I STOOD by a grave, near my childhood's dear home, Where in bright summer days I had gloried to roam; Now I saw ev'ry spot with a feeling of pain, For I knew I could ne'er be so happy again.

I cannot recal the light heart that I bore,

And my innocent day dreams can charm me no more;
There's a chill that will steal on the heart of the brave,
As he stands, a lone man, on the brink of the grave.

I had stood in the battle, my heart ne'er was cold,
And the thunders of war often made me more bold;
But the grave of the young, who had died in his bed,
Chill'd me more than the battle-stain'd shroud of the
dead!

'Twas the grave of a friend who had shared ev'ry joy,
When my soul was all freshness-the soul of a boy!
Oh, would I might be in this cold bed at rest,
And confide all my sorrows and joys to his breast.

OH! GUARD HER AS A TREASURE.
J. E. CARPENTER.]
[Music by J. BARNETT.
GUARD, oh guard her as a treasure,

She has given her heart to thee,
And her love's unbounded measure
Shall through life thy blessing be;
It was no slight thing to sever
From the home of earlier youth,
And to leave her heart for ever
To thy constancy and truth.

If the gift be worth thy keeping,
She will never mourn the day,
She will ne'er with woe or weeping
Grieve she gave her heart away;

And 'tis thine the flow'r to cherish
Whose germ of life's with thee,
For with cold neglect 'twould perish,
That would else a blessing be.
It is willed by Heaven, in season,
The tempter may come near,
But the test of truth and reason
Is when dangers most appear;
In that hour, thy heart assailing,
Should forbidden passions thrill,
Be thy love for her prevailing,
And thou shalt be happy still!

OVER THE STORMY OCEAN.

C. JEFFERYS.]

[Music by S. GLOVER'

OVER the dark and stormy ocean

The wild winds roar and lash the waves to foam;
Yet 'mid the strife, with fond emotion,
The sea-boy, sleeping, dreams of home.
A louder blast breaks o'er the main,
A lightning-flash bursts from the sky;
He starts! yet sinks to sleep again,
Nor dreams of danger nigh.

In calm, or in storm, and 'mid the battle's strife,
His brave heart dotes on a sailor's roving life,
And thus he sings right merrily:

"A gallant ship on the boundless sea,
With a jovial crew, is a home for me!"

Whether it be 'mid icebergs hoary,
Or where the rocks and reefs of coral grow,
Constant of heart, the sailor's glory,
At duty's call is still to go.
No danger can his soul appal,
Resolv'd to conquer or to die,
E'en though it be his fate to fall,
His country claims his last fond sigh.
In calm, or in storm, &c.

THE OLD HOUSE AT HOME.

T. HAYNES BAYLY.]

[Music by E. J. LODER. OH, the old house at home, where my forefathers dwelt, When a child at the foot of my mother I knelt, Where she taught me the prayer, where she learned me the page,

Which in infancy lisp'd is the solace of age;

My heart 'mid all changes, wherever I roam,
Never loses its love for the old house at home.

'Twas not for its splendour that old house was dear,
'Twas not that the gay or the noble was there;

O'er the porch the wild rose and the woodbine entwined,

And the sweet scented jessamine waved in the wind; Yet dearer to me than proud turret or dome

Are the halls of my fathers, the old house at home.

But the old house no longer's a dwelling for me,
For the home of the stranger henceforth it must be,
No more shall I wander or roam as a guest,
O'er the ever green fields which my fathers possest;
Yet still in my slumbers sweet visions will come
Of the days that I spent in the old house at home.

THE LOVE-KNOT.

T. HAYNES BAYLY.]

[Music by J. MOSCHELES.

You do not now remember
This ribbon, once so gay;
And yet it was your own gift
Upon our wedding-day.
You had no gems to offer,
I never sighed for them;
I prized this little love-knot
Beyond the brightest gem.