Then all hail, welcome day, The 2 The sweet, happy home, once as gay as the spring, Won the heart to the right, And I sound now the notes of the victor in fight, For the pure pledge of temperance; oh, it can save The poor inebriate from the drunkard's sad grave. 3 Awake, oh, awake, let us slumber no more On the brink of such RUIN so carelessly dreaming; But rejoice now, my friends, - - the dark cloud is o'er, And bright on our pathway fair temperance is beaming; Whilst to the vile dust 66 Fall soon the tyrant must," A THE GUSHING FOUNTAIN. Air, "Annie of the Vale." SONG for the fountain That springs on the mountain, And singing in the balmy summer air. CHORUS. Come, come, come with me, 2 From the hill-side 'tis flowing, Its cooling draughts relieve the thirsty soul; So sweet and refreshing, No evil lurks within its flowing bowl. CHORUS. 3 'Tis God, my protector, But joyfully take it, And for its richness bless my CHORUS.-Come, come, come, &c. Maker's name. SONGS. TO MY OWN DEAR SARAH. By L. K. Coonley. O sweet the moments glide, When thou art by my side, That time seems but a joyful dream; E'en hours so happy flee, When thou art near to me, That life appears some heavenly gleam! 2 The radiance of thine eye, In its own ethereal blue, Speaks joy to every nerve, A love that meets my own so true! 3 When "hand in hand" we grasp, And thy loved form I clasp, And feel thy heart beat pure and free; I own the flame of love Seems lent from heaven above, 4 And when again I find, Our lips in holy union kiss, Beyond what tongue reveals, A thrill of almost heavenly bliss! DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME? O they miss me at home, do they miss me? To know that this moment some loved one Does some one repeat my name over, And is there a chord in the music That's missed when my voice is away ? 3 Do they set me a chair near the table, Are joys less invitingly welcome, And pleasures less hale than before, Because one is missed from the circle, Because I am with them no more? Because I am with them no more? THERE'S DARLING NELLY GRAY. Music to be had at Oliver Ditson's, Boston. HERE'S a low, green valley on the old Kentucky shore, Where I've whiled many happy hours away, A sitting and a singing by the little cottage door, Oh! my poor Nelly Gray, they have taken you away, I'm sitting by the river, and I'm weeping all the day, For you've gone from the old Kentucky shore. 2 One night I went to see her, but " she's gone!" the neighbors say, The white man bound her with his chain; away, 3 My canoe is under water, and my banjo is unstrung; I'm tired of living any more; My eyes shall look downward and my songs shall be unsung, While I stay on the old Kentucky shore. 4 My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way; Oh! my darling Nelly Gray, up in heaven there they say GENTLE ANNIE. THOU wilt come no more, gentle Annie, Like a flower thy spirit did depart; Thou art gone, alas, like the many That have bloomed in the summer of my heart. |