Too bright, too bold, too high, too gay,

For spirits like mine to dare ! 'Tis like the returning bloom

Of those days, alas! gone by, When I loved each hour, I scarce knew wliom,

And was bless'd—I scarce knew why.

II.

Ay, those were days when life had wings,

And flew-oh, flew so wild a height, That, like the lark which suņward springs,

'Twas giddy with too much light; And, though of some plumes bereft,

With that sun, too, nearly set,
I've enough of light and wing still left

For a few gay soarings yet.

BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS !

Welch Air.

I.
Bright be thy dreams—may all thy weeping
Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping.

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Those by death or seas removed, Friends, who in thy spring-time knew thee,

All thou'st ever prized or loved, In dreams come smiling to thee!

II.

There may the child, whose love lay deepest, Dearest of all, come while thou sleepest ;

Still the same--no charm forgotNothing lost that life had given ;

Or, if changed, but changed to what Thou'lt find her yet in Heaven!

GO, THEN—'TIS VAIN.

Sicilian Air.

I.
Go, then-'tis vain to hover

Thus round a hope that's dead-
At length my dream is over,

Some one, who far less loves thee,

Perhaps more bless'd will be.

II.
Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness

New life around me shed !
Farewell, false heart, whose lightness
Now leaves me death instead !

those charms surrender
To some new lover's sigh,
One who, though far less tender,

May be more bless'd than I.

Go, now,

THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS.

Swiss Air.

I. O'er mountains bright with snow and light,

We Crystal Hunters speed along,
While grots and caves, and icy waves,

Each instant echo to our song;
And, when we meet with stores of gems,
We grudge not kings their diadems.

O'er mountains bright with snow and light,

We Crystal Hunters speed along, While grots and caves, and icy waves,

Each instant echo to our song.

II.
No lover half so fondly dreams

Of sparkles from his lady's eyes,
As we of those refreshing gleams

That tell where deep the crystal lies ; Though, next to crystal, we too grant That ladies' eyes may most enchant.

O’er mountains, etc.

III.
Sometimes, when o'er the Alpine rose

The golden sunset leaves its ray,
So like a gem the flow'ret glows,

We thither bend our headlong way; And, though we find no treasure there, We bless the rose that shines so fair.

O'er mountains, etc.

ROW GENTLY HERE.

Venetian Air.

I. Row gently here, any gondolier; so softly wake the tide, That not an ear on earth may hear, but hers to whom

we glide. Had Heaven but tongues to speak, as well as starry eyes

to see,

Oh! think what tales 'twould have to tell of wand'ring

youths like me!

II.

Now rest thee here, my gondolier; hush, hush, for up

I go,

To climb yon light balcony's height, while thou keep’st

watch below. Ah! did we take for Heaven above but half such pains

as we

Take day and night for woman's love, what Angels we