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A sail in sight appears,
GO, LOVELY ROSE! E. WALLER.]
[Music by H. PHILLIPS.
That now she knows,
Tell her that's young,
That hadst thou sprung,
Small is the worth
Bid her come forth,
Then die! that she
May read in thee,-
[By HENRY KIRKE WHITE.]
Yet, though thou fade,
And teach the maid
[Music by Shielo.
YES, 'TIS A SPELL. H. DRAYTON.]
[Music by J. DUGGAN. Yes, 'tis a spell hath o'er me cast
Its all-absorbing power,
E'en to my latest hour;
All hopes of future bliss;
More happiness than this.
And, laughing, seem to say-.
Be happy while we may.
Such hope of future bliss ;
More happiness than this.
LOVING AND LIKING. J. E. CARPENTER.]
[Music by S. GLOVER.
FIRST VOICE. Dear Fanny, you told me one day
There a great difference was, rather striking, As great as between “yea” and “nay,'.
Between the words " loving" and " liking."
Dear sister, you can't love a rose,
You may like it, to that no objection; You may rave about lilies, for those
You've been told, you say, suit your complexion.
Oh ! loving and liking, ah me!
What a fuss does this world make about them: But think what we maidens should be, Were we left in it lonely without them.
FIRST VOICE. I love what I like, and I like
What I love, beyond doubt, and that dearly; So, if I the balance must strike,
Í should call them the same very clearly.
But loving's a different thing,
Not that I love—the weakness I spurn it;
said You liked very well cousin Harry.
SECOND VOICE. But loving ne'er enter'd my head; Did I say that I should
Ah! Fanny, I vow and declare
My maxim you soon will be proving,
That liking so much is but loving!
&c. &c. &c.
THE OLD MILL-STREAM. ELIZA COOK.]
[Music by H. RUSSELL. And this is the mill-stream that ten years ago Was so fast in its current, so pure in its flow; Whose musical waters would ripple and shine With the glorious dash of a miniature Rhine ? Can this be its bed? I remember it well When it sparkled like silver through meadow and dell. And here was the miller's house-peaceful abode ! Where the flower-twined porch drew all eyes from the
road Where roses and jasmines embower'd the door That never was closed to the way-worn or poorWhere the miller-God bless him !-oft gave us a
dance, And led off the ball with his soul in his glance. The mill is in ruins, no welcoming sound In the mastiff's quick bark, and the wheels dashing
round. The house, too, forgotten, and left to decay ; And the miller long dead-all I loved pass'd away! This play-place of childhood was graved on my heart In paradise colours that now must depart. The old water-mill's gone, the fair vision is fled, And I wept o'er its wreck as I do for the dead.
AUTUMN LEAVES LIE STREW'D AROUND. C. DICKENS.]
[Music by J. HULLAH, Autumn leaves, autumn leaves lie strew'd around me
here, Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold,
Thick clustering on the bough;
Autumn leaves, &c. Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves that fly before the
galeWither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, ye tell a mournful
And happy moments iled-
Autumn leaves, &c.
DEAR SUMMER MORN. C. JEFFERTS.]
[Music by S. GLOVER, How merrily this summer morn
The wind goes singing by,
Nods to the melody.
Above, around, below-
Of gladness in its flow.
Thou play'st a charmer's part;
Thy sunshine in my heart.