IF THOU'LT BE MINE.

F thou 'lt be mine, the treasures of air,

IF

Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy's eye looks fair,

Or in Hope's sweet music sounds most sweet, Shall be ours if thou wilt be mine, love!

Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove,
A voice divine shall talk in each stream,

The stars shall look like worlds of love,

And this earth be all one beautiful dream
if thou wilt be mine, love!

In our eyes

And thoughts whose source is hidden and high,

Like streams that come from heaven-ward hills, Shall keep our hearts, like meads that lie

To be bath'd by those eternal rills,

Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love!

All this and more the Spirit of Love

Can breathe o'er them who feel his spells;

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That heaven which forms his home above,
He can make on earth, wherever he dwells,

As thou 'lt own, if thou wilt be mine, love!

We can't refuse, we can't refuse,

Tho' bright eyes so abound, boy,

'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose.

For thick as stars that lighten

Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs,

The countless eyes that brighten

This earth of ours, this earth of ours.

But fill the cup-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall,

We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

Some looks there are so holy,

They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv'n, As shining beacons, solely,

To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n.

While some-oh! ne'er believe them

With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them!)

The other way, the other way.

But fill the cup-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

In some as in a mirror,

Love seems pourtray'd, Love seems pourtray'd,

But shun the flattering error,

'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade.

Himself has fix'd his dwelling

In eyes we know, in eyes we know,

And lips-but this is telling

So here they go! so here they go!

Fill up, fill up-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

FORGET NOT THE FIELD.

ORGET not the field where they perish'd,

FORGET

The truest, the last of the brave,

All gone-and the bright hope we cherish'd Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave!

Oh! could we from death but recover

Those hearts as they bounded before, In the face of high heav'n to fight over That combat for freedom once more;

Could the chain for an instant be riven
Which tyranny flung round us then,
No! 'tis not in Man, nor in Heaven,
To let Tyranny bind it again!

But 'tis past—and tho' blazon'd in story

The name of our Victor may be,

Accurst is the march of that glory

Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.

Far dearer the grave or the prison
Illum'd by one patriot name,
Than the trophies of all who have risen
On Liberty's ruins to fame!

THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.

THEY may rail at this life-from the hour I began it,

I found it a life full of kindness and bliss;

And, until they can show me some happier planet,
More social and bright, I'll content me with this.
As long as the world has such lips and such eyes,
As before me this moment enraptur'd I see,
They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.