And then, when victory's calm came o'er

The hearts where rage had ceased to burn, I heard that farewell voice once more,

"Oh! soon return!-Oh! soon return!"

OH! YES, SO WELL.

I.

OH! yes, so well, so tenderly
Thou'rt loved, adored by me,

Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,
Were worthless without thee.

Though, brimm'd with blisses, pure and rare,

Life's cup before me lay,

Unless thy love were mingled there,

I'd spurn the draught away.

Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly
Thou'rt loved, adored by me,

Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,
Are worthless without thee.

II.

Without thy smile how joylessly
All glory's meeds I see!

And even the wreath of victory

Must owe its bloom to thee.

Those worlds, for which the conqueror sighs,

For me have now no charms;

My only world's thy radiant eyes—
My throne those circling arms!
Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly
Thou'rt loved, adored by me,
Whole realms of light and liberty
Were worthless without thee.

OH! YES, WHEN THE BLOOM.

1.

OH! yes, when the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er, He'll turn into friendship that feels no decay; And, though Time may take from him the wings he once wore,

The charms that remain will be bright as before, And he'll lose but his young trick of flying away.

II.

Then let it console thee, if Love should not stay,

That Friendship our last happy moments will

crown:

Like the shadows of morning, Love lessens away, While Friendship, like those at the closing of

day,

Will linger and lengthen as life's sun goes down.

ONE DEAR SMILE.

I.

COULDST thou look as dear as when

First I sigh'd for thee;

Couldst thou make me feel again
Every wish I breathed thee then,

Oh! how blissful life would be!

Hopes, that now beguiling leave me,
Joys, that lie in slumber cold-

All would wake, couldst thou but give me
One dear smile like those of old.

II.

Oh! there's nothing left us now,

But to mourn the past;

Vain was every ardent vow—
Never yet did Heaven allow

Love so warm, so wild, to last.

VOL. V.

Not even hope could now deceive me-
Life itself looks dark and cold:

Oh! thou never more canst give me
One dear smile like those of old.

POH, DERMOT! GO ALONG WITH YOUR

GOSTER.

I.

Рон, Dermot! go along with your goster,
You might as well pray at a jig,
Or teach an old cow Pater Noster,
Or whistle Moll Roe to a pig!

Arrah, child! do you think I'm a blockhead,
And not the right son of my mother,

To put nothing at all in one pocket,

And not half so much in the other?

Poh, Dermot! etc.

II.

Any thing else I can do for you,

Keadh mille faltha, and welcome,

Put up an Ave or two for you,

Fear'd that you'd ever to hell come.

If you confess you're a rogue,

I will turn a deaf ear, and not care for't; Bid you put pease in your brogue,

But just tip you a hint to go barefoot.

Then get along with, etc.

III.

If you've the whiskey in play,

To oblige you, I'll come take a smack of it; Stay with you all night and day,

Ay, and twenty-four hours to the back of it. Oh! whiskey's a papist, God save it!

The beads are upon it completely; But I think, before ever we'd leave it, We'd make it a heretic neatly.

Then get along with, etc.

IV.

If you're afear'd of a Banshee,

Or Leprochauns are not so civil, dear,

Let Father Luke show his paunch, he

Will frighten them all to the devil, dear.

It's I that can hunt them like ferrets,

And lay them without any fear, gra ;