Ah! Time and Love! your change is then The saddest and most trying, Then is Love's hour to stray; III. But there's a nymph-whose chains I feel, Who knows-the dear one!-how to deal So peacefully she pairs 'em, That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings, And Time for ever wears 'em. This is Time's holiday; Oh! how he flies away! LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS WITH THEE. I. LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee; On thy cheek his bed I see. No-that cheek is pale with care; Love can find no roses there. II. Love, my Mary, ne'er can roam, Ne'er can be a home for him. Yet, 'tis not in beaming eyes Love for ever warmest lies: In my heart his home thou❜lt see; There he lives, and lives for thee. LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD. I. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us- Oh! if to love thee more Each hour I number o'er If this a passion be Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. II. Rest, dear bosom! no sorrows shall pain thee, In love, to banish harm— If pleasure's truest spell Be to love well, Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. LOVE, WAND'RING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE. LOVE, wand'ring through the golden maze Of my beloved's hair, Traced every lock with fond delays, And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; And every curlet was a tie A chain by beauty twined. MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH. THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. I. MERRILY every bosom boundeth, Where the song of Freedom soundeth, There the warrior's arms Shed more splendour, There the maiden's charms Shine more tender Every joy the land surroundeth, II. Wearily every bosom pineth, Where the bond of slavery twineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! There the warrior's dart Hath no fleetness, There the maiden's heart Hath no sweetness Every flower of life declineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! III. Cheerily then from hill and valley, Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh! Like your native fountains sally, If a glorious death, Won by bravery, |