While green leaves dance to ev'ry wind And half array'd in sun and shade THE WORLD IS A FAIRY RING. ELIZA COOK.] [Music by J. P. KNIGHT. Oh! say not the world is lonely, Sigh not to pass above, The earth is a desert only To hearts unfill'd by love. The past may hold its sorrow, A ray from the future's light? That it fell on a grave while trying And magical music to sing, While the young child greets its mother, And friends walk side by side; While spring-time brings the flowers, Seeks something more divine ;- 'TIS NOT FINE FEATHERS MAKE FINE J. E. CARPENTER.] BIRDS. [Music by N. J. SPORLE. A peacock came, with his plumage gay, Strutting in regal pride one day, Where a small bird hung in a gilded cage, But the small bird sung in his own sweet words, The peacock strutted,-a bird so fair While the small bird hung at a cottage door,- Alas! the bird of the rainbow wing While the small bird sung in his own sweet words, ""Tis not fine feathers make fine birds!" Then prithee take warning, maidens fair, Or else poor beauty is left behind! While the small birds sing in their own true words, ""Tis not fine feathers make fine birds!" THE MUSIC OF THE MILL. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by C. W. GLOVER. As Jeannie came from market, The storm it soon pass'd over, The sun began to shine, Said he, "The way that you must stray, It happens to be mine." Her cheeks they glow'd like roses, Her eyes began to fill, Whn he vow'd his love should changeless prove, As the music of the mill. She goes no more a-gleaning, And Jeannie is the brightest flower But she bids the village maidens As the year comes round, and they bless the sound THERE'S A PATH BY THE RIVER. Col. ADDISON.] [Music by E. J. LODER. There's a path by the river o'ershadowed by trees So do not come there, if you please. I feel that I'm lonely, my mind's ill at ease, There's a path, &c. Yet if others should like to enjoy the fresh breeze, Some who feel like myself that the mind's ill at ease, If yourself you should go, I can't help it you know, You've a right to walk there, if you please, If you please, you've a right to walk there, if you please. There's a hive near the walk, and I'm frighten'd of bees, The gipsies might rob, and the urchins might tease, And really I fear quite alone to appear, So I think you may come, if you please, Yes, this once you may come, if you please. There's a path, &c. J. E. CARPENTER.] THE RAIN. The rain-rain-rain, [Music by S GLOVER. The gentle, loving rain, The rain—rain—rain, From the summer clouds amain: To the rivers down again! LIST, DEAREST, LIST. E. FITZBALL.] [Music by M. W. BALFE. List, dearest, list, 'tis the nightingale calling, The soft ev'ning breeze gently steals through the grove; All nature seems calm, ere the night mist be falling, Hand in hand let us gaze on the picture of love. |