ST. AUGUSTINE TO HIS SISTER.

OH fair! Oh purest! be thou the dove,
That flies alone to some sunny grove:
And lives unseen, and bathes her wing,
All vestal white, in the limpid spring;
There, if the hovering hawk be near,
That limpid spring in its mirror clear
Reflects him, ere he can reach his prey,
And warns the timorous bird away.
Oh! be like this dove,

Oh fair! Oh purest! be like this dove.

The sacred pages of God's own book
Shall be the spring, the eternal brook,
In whose holy mirror, night and day,
Thou wilt study Heaven's reflected ray :-
And should the foes of Virtue dare,
With gloomy wing to seek thee there,
Thou wilt see how dark their shadows lie
Between Heaven and thee, and trembling fly!
Oh! be like the dove;

Oh fair! Oh purest! be like the dove.

NATIONAL AIRS,

BY

THOMAS MOORE, Esq.

AUTHOR OF THE

IRISH MELODIES, &c.

DOST THOU REMEMBER.

Dost thou remember that place so lonely,
A place for lovers, and lovers only,

Where first I told thee all my secret sighs;
When as the moon beam that trembled o'er thee
Illum'd thy blushes, I knelt before thee,

And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes? Then, then while closely heart was drawn to heart, Love bound us, never, never more to part.

And when I call'd on thee by names the dearest
That love could fancy, the fondest, nearest,
My life, my only life among the rest!

In those sweet accents that still inthral me,
Thou saidst, Ah wherefore thy life thus call me,
Thy soul, thy soul's the name that I love best!

For life soon passes, but how blest to be

That soul which never, never parts from thee.

OH COME TO ME WHEN DAYLIGHT SETS.

Oн come to me when daylight sets,
Sweet, then come to me;
When smoothly go our gondolets,
O'er the moonlight sea.

When mirth's awake, and love begins
Beneath that glancing ray,

With sound of lute and mandolins,

Oh! then's the hour for those who love,

Sweet like thee and me,

When all's so calm below, above,
In heaven, and o'er the sea;
When maidens sing sweet Barcarolles,
And echo sings again,

Só sweet that all with ears and souls

Should love and listen then.
So come to me, &c.

OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT.

OFT In the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light

Of other days around me ;

The smiles, the tears of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken,

The eyes that shone, now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus in the stilly night, &c.

When I remember all

The friends so link'd together

I've seen around me fall,

Like leaves in winter weather,

I feel like one, who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled, whose garland's dead,
And all but he deserted.

Thus in the stilly night, &c.

REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.

REASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say, Went on a party of pleasure one day ;

Folly play'd around the maid,

The bells of his cap rung merrily out, While reason took to his sermon-book,

Oh which was the pleasanter no one need doubt.

Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage,
Turn'd, for a moment, to Reason's dull page;
Till Folly said, "look here, sweet maid:"

The sight of his cap brought her back to her-
self,

While Reason read his leaves of lead,

With no one to mind him-poor sensible elf.

Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap,
Had he that on, he her heart might entrap;
"There it is," quoth Folly, "old quiz,
(Folly was always good-natur'd, 'tis said,)
"Under the sun there's no such fun

As Reason with my cap and bells on his head."

But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore,
That Beauty now lik'd him still less than before,
While Folly took old Reason's book,

And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton,
That Beauty vow'd, (though not aloud,)

She lik'd him still better in that than his own.