IV.
Ah, well may we call her, like thee, “the Forsaken," *

Her boldest are vanquish’d, her proudest are slaves;
And the harps of her minstrels, when gayest they waken,

Have breathings as sad as the wind over graves !

V.

Yet hadst thou thy vengeance-yet came there the

morrow, That shines out, at last, on the longest dark night, When the sceptre that smote thee with slaveryand sorrow

Was shiver'd at once, like a reed, in thy sight.

VI.
When that cup, which for others the proud Golden

Cityt
Had briinm'd full of bitterness, drench'd her own lips,
And the world she had trampled on heard, without pity,

The howl in her halls and the cry from her ships.

VII.
When the curse Heaven keeps for the haughty came over

Her merchants rapacious, her rulers unjust,

* “Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken."--Isaiah lxii.4.

+ “How hath the oppressor ceased! the golden city ceased.” -Isaiah xiv. 4.

And—a ruin, at last, for the earth-worm to corer"

The Lady of Kingdoms † lay low in the dust.

DRINK OF THIS CUP.

Air.--Paddy O'Rafferty.

I.
Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell in

Its every drop ’gainst the ills of mortality,
Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen,

Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. Would you forget the dark world we are in,

Only taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it; But would you rise above earth, till akin To immortals themselves, you must drain every drop

of it. Send round the cup-for oh there's a spell in

Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality,

and the

* “Thy pomp is brought down to the grave worms cover thee.”—Isaiah xiv. II. + “Thou shalt no more be called the Lady of Kingdoms.” Isaiah xlvii. 5.

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Talk of the cordial that sparkled for HELEN,
Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

II.
Never was philter form'd with such power

To charm and bewilder as this we are quaffing;
Its magic began when, in Autumn's rich hour,

As a harvest of gold in the fields it stood laughing.
There, having, by Nature's enchantment, been fill'd
With the balm and the bloom of her kindliest

weather,
This wonderful juice from its core was distill’d,

To enliven such hearts as are here brought together!
Then drink of the cup--you'll find there's a spell in

Its every drop ’gainst the ills of mortality,
Talk of the cordial that sparkled for HELEN,

Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

III.

And though, perhaps—but breathe it to no one

Like caldrons the witch brews at midnight so awful,
In secret this philter was first taught to flow on,

Yet—'tisn't less potent for being unlawful.
What though it may taste of the smoke of that flame

Which in silence extracted its virtue forbidden

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Fill

up—there's a fire in some hearts I could name,
Which may work too its charm, though now lawles

and hidden.
So drink of the cup—for oh there's a spell in

Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality,
Talk of the cordial that sparkled for HELEN,

Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

THE FORTUNE-TELLER.

Do

Arr.-Open the Door softly.

1.
Down in the valley come meet me to-night,

And I'll tell you your fortune truly
As ever 'twas told, by the new moon's light,
To young maiden, shining as newly.

II.
But, for the world, let no one be nigh,

Lest haply the stars should deceive me;
These secrets between you and me and the sky

Should never go farther, believe me.

JII.

If at that hour the heavens be not dim,

My science shall call up before you
A male apparition-the image of him,

Whose destiny 'tis to adore you.

IV.
Then to the phantom be thou but kind,

And round you so fondly he'll hover,
You'll hardly, my dear, any difference find

'Twixt him and a true living lover.

Down at your feet, in the pale moon-light,

He'll kneel, with a warmth of emotion
An ardour, of which such an innocent sprite
You'd scarcely believe had a notion.

VI.
What other thoughts and events may arise,

As in Destiny's book I've not seen them,
Must only be left to the stars and your eyes

To settle, ere morning, between them.