Then, then my spirit around shall hover, And hallow each drop that foams for him. HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED. AIR.-The Dear Black Maid. I. How oft has the Benshee cried! Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds, entwined by Love! Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth! Sigh o'er the hero's grave. II. We're fallen upon gloomy days,* * I have endeavoured here, without losing that Irish character which it is my object to preserve throughout this work, to allude to the sad and ominous fatality by which England has been deprived of so many great and good men at a moment when she most requires all the aids of talent and integrity. Every bright name, that shed Light o'er the land, is fled. Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth, III. Oh! quench'd are our beacon-lights— Thou, on whose burning tongue + Tell how they lived and died. * This designation, which has been applied to Lord Nelson before, is the title given to a celebrated Irish Hero, in a Poem by O'Gnive, the bard of O'Niel, which is quoted in the "Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland." Page 433. "Con, of the hundred fights, sleep in thy grass-grown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories! " Fox, "ultimus Romanorum." WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD. AIR.-Garyone. I. We may roam through this world like a child at a feast, Are the dearest gifts that Heaven supplies, For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. II. In ENGLAND, the garden of beauty is kept By a dragon of prudery, placed within call; But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept, That the garden's but carelessly watch'd after all. Oh! they want the wild sweet briery fence, Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. III. In FRANCE, when the heart of a woman sets sail, But just pilots her off, and then bids her good-bye! While the daughters of ERIN keep the boy Ever smiling beside his faithful oar, Through billows of woe and beams of joy The same as he look'd when he left the shore. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. EVELEEN'S BOWER. AIR.-Unknown. I. Он! OH! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower The Lord of the valley with false vows came; The moon hid her light From the heavens that night, And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame. The clouds pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon, And Heaven smiled again with her vestal flame; But none will see the day When the clouds shall pass away, II. The white snow lay On the narrow path-way, Where the Lord of the valley cross'd over the moor; And many a deep print On the white snow's tint Show'd the track of his footstep to EVELEEN's door. |