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While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give; While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live 1 When that grim foe of life below,
Comes in between to make us part; The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss—it breaks my heart.
Sweet hope, thou art a sovereign balm
For hearts by sorrow wounded; Thy smiles impart a tender calm,
E'en when by storms surrounded! For, like the many tinted bow,
Griefs atmosphere thou cheerest, And darker as the shadows grow,
The brighter thou appearest.
And though by every tongue reviled,
As treacherous, false, deceiving,—
Thy promises believing?
And thy sweet influence cherish;
Nor quit thee till I perish.
I'M A TOUGH, TRUE HEARTED SAILOR.
I'm a tough, true-hearted sailor,
Careless and all that, d'ye see,
What is time or tide to me? All must die when fate shall will it,
Providence ordains it so,
Man the boat, boys—Yeo, heave yeo.
"Life's at best a sea of trouble,
He who fears it is a dunce; ,
Death, to me, an empty bubble,
I can never die but once.
Yet I have a tear for woe;"
Celebrates the falling brave;
Sleep below, in ocean's cave.
Shall we shun the fight? oh, no!
SONS OF FREEDOM.
Sons of freedom, hear my story
Mercy well becomes the brave;
Pity and protect the slave!
Eyes that conquer, hearts that save,
Pity and protect the slave.
THE GIRL THAT I PRIZE. Whilst the votary of Bacchus drives care from the And the votary of pleasure defies all controul,
I don't envy their transports, such joys I despise,
When smiling she meets me, I cannot reveal,
HER MOUTH WITH A SMILE.
Her mouth with a smile,
Half open to view
Impearl'd with the dew.
More fragrant her breath,
At the dawning day;
Or the blossoms of May.
JUST LIKE THEE.
Sweetest flow'rets blushing there
Just like thee.
The moon that ripples in the stream,
So may our life be clouded never,
NO JOY WITHOUT MY LOVE.
If not with thee I'm blest,
In vain I twine the bower;
In vain I wreath the flower.
Awaken'd by the genial year,
The warblers trill their lay;
With all the sweets of May.
Such scenes, &c
0! TWINE A WREATH.
Oh! twine a wreath of evergreen,
And with it deck the brow
Ne'er breaks his plighted vow:
In climes afar to roam,
To her he leaves at home.
Oh! twine a wreath, &c.
How few, 'mid pleasure's dazzling scenes,
Reflect on kindness past!
Are faithful to the last!
Too oft, in youth's gay sunny days,
Men play the tyrant's part; They first ensnare, and then alas!
Deceive the guileless heart.
Oh! twine a wreath, &e.
In thee I bear so dear a part,
By love so firm am thine, That each affection of the heart,
By sympathy is mine.
When thou art griev'd, I grieve no less,
And ev'ry good thou would'st possess,
RISE, CYNTHIA, RISE.
Rise, Cynthia, rise, the ruddy morn,
Amtdst the myrtles as I walk,
Tell me, said I, &c.