IN THE MORNING OF LIFE.

AIR.-The little Harvest Rose.

I.

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,

And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own,

And the light that surrounds us is all from within ; Oh, it is not, believe me, in that happy time

We can love, as in hours of less transport we may:Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,

But affection is warmest when these fade away.

II.

When we see the first glory of youth pass us by,

Like a leaf on the stream that will never return; When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so

high, First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn; Then, then is the moment affection can sway

With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew ; Love nursed among Pleasures is faithless as they,

But the Love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true!

REMEMBER THEE!

AIR.Castle Tirowen.

I.

REMEMBER thee! yes, while there's life in this heart,
It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art;
More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers,
Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours.

II.
Wert thou all that I wish thee,-- great, glorious, and

free
First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea,--
I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow,
But, oh? could I love thee more deeply than now?

III.
No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs,
But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons.com
Whose, hearts like the young of the desert-bird's nest

, Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast?

WREATHE THE BOWL.

AIR.-Noran Kista.

1.

WREAThe the bowl.

With flowers of soul,
The, brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us !

Should Love amid

The wreaths be hid
That Joy, th'enchanter, brings us,

No danger fear,

While wine is near,
We'll drown him if he stings us.

Then, wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us ;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night, And leave dull earth behind us !

II.

'Twas nectar fed

Of old, 'tis said,
Their Junos, Joves, Apollos;

And man may brew

His nectar too,
The rich receipt's as follows:-

Take wine like this,

Let looks of bliss
Around it well be blended,

Then bring Wit's beam

To warm the stream,
And there's your nectar, splendid !

So, wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us ;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night, And leave dull earth behind us !

!

III.
Say, why did Time
His glass sublime

Fill up with sands unsightly,

When wine, he knew,

Runs brisker through,
And sparkles far more brightly?

Oh, lend it us,

And, smiling thus,
The glass in two we'd sever,

Make pleasure glide

In double tide,
And fill both ends for ever!

Then, wreathe the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us ;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds Heaven to-night
And leave dull earth behind us !

WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.

AIR. --Father Quinn.

1. Whene'ER I see those smiling eyes,

All fill’d with hope, and joy, and light,