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WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER.

Sicilian Air.

· I. When thou shalt wander by that sweet light

We used to gaze on so many an eve, When love was new and hope was bright,

Ere I could doubt or thou deceiveOh! then, rememb'ring how swift went by Those hours of transport, even thou may'st sigh.

II.
Yes, proud one ! even thy heart may own

That love like ours was far too sweet
To be, like summer garments, thrown aside

When past the summer's heat;
And wish in vain to know again
Such days, such nights, as bless'd thee then.

WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS ?

Portuguese Air.

1.
HYMBn late, his love-knots selling,
Call’d at many a maiden's dwelling:
None could doubt, who saw or knew them,
Hymen's call was welcome to them.

" Who'll buy my love-knots?

" Who'll buy my love-knots ?" Soon as that sweet cry resounded, How his baskets were surrounded !

II.

Maids, who now first dream'd of trying
These gay knots of Hymen's tying;
Dames, who long had sat to watch him
Passing by, but ne'er could catch him;

66 Who'll buy my love-knots ?

“ Who'll buy my love-knots?" All at that sweet cry assembled ; Some laugh'd, some blush'd, and some trembled.

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“ Here are knots," said Hymen, taking Some loose flowers, “ of Love's own making; “ Here are gold ones-you may trust 'em”. (These, of course, found ready custom).

“Come buy my love-knots !

“ Come buy my love-knots! " Some are labell’d · Knots to tie men'“ " Love the maker'— Bought of Hymen.''

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IV. Scarce their bargains were completed, When the nymphs all cried, “We're cheated! “See these flowers--they're drooping sadly; “ This gold-knot,, too, ties but badly

“Who'd buy such love-knots ?

" Who'd buy such love-knots? “Even this tie, with Love's name round it66 All a sham_He never bound it."

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Love, who saw the whole proceeding,
Would have laugh’d, but for good-breeding ;
While Old Hymen, who was used to
Cries like that these dames gave loose to-

“ Take back our love-knots !

66 Take back our love-knots !"-
Coolly said, “ There's no returning
“ Wares on Hymen's hands-Good morning!"

SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN.

Sung at Rome, on Christmas Eve.

1.

Sce, the dawn from Heaven is breaking o'er our sight, And Earth, from sin awaking, hails the sight!

See, those groups of Angels, winging from the realms

above, On their sunny brows from Eden bringing wreaths of

Hope and Love.

II.
Hark—their hymns of glory pealing through the air,
To mortal ears revealing who lies there!
In that dwelling, dark and lowly, sleeps the heavenly

Son,
He, whose home is in the skies,—the Holy

One!

NUMBER I V.

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