With their wild-wood notes of duty,
From hawthorne-bush and tree ;-
Oh, the sunshine is all beauty,-
The merry sun for me.

I love the merry sunshine,

Through the dewy morning's show'r, With its rosy smiles advancing, Like a beauty from a bow'r. It charms the soul in sadness, It sets the spirits free ;— Oh, the sunshine is all gladness,The merry sun for me.

EVER OF THEE.

GEORGE LINLEY.

EVER of thee I'm fondly dreaming;
Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer;
Thou wert the star that, mildly beaming,
Shone o'er my path when all was dark
and drear.

Still in my heart thy form I cherish ; Ev'ry kind thought like a bird flies to thee.

Ah, never, till life and memory perish,

Can I forget how dear thou art to me Morn, noon, and night, where'er I may be, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee.

Ever of thee, when sad and lonely, Wandering afar, my soul's joy, to dwell,

Ah, then I felt I love thee only:

All seem'd to fade before affection's spell.

Years have not chill'd the love I cherishTrue as the stars hath my heart been to thee.

Ah, never till life and memory perish, Can I forget how dear thou art to me. Morn, noon, and night, where'er I may be,

Foudly I'm dreaming ever of thee.

I'M AFLOAT, I'M AFLOAT.

ELIZA COOK.

I'm afloat, I'm afloat, on the fierce rolling tide,

The ocean's my home and my bark is my bride;

Up, up with my flag, let it wave o'er the

sea;

I'm afloat, I'm afloat, and the Rover is

free.

I fear not the monarch, I heed not the

law:

I've a compass to steer by, a dagger to draw;

And ne'er as a coward or slave will I

kneel,

While my guns carry shot, or my belt bears a steel.

Quick! quick! trim her sail! let the sheet kiss the wind,

And I'll warrant we'll soon leave the sea-gulls behind.

Up, up with my flag, let it wave o'er the

sea!

I'm afloat, I'm afloat, and the Rover is free!

The night gathers o'er us, the thunder is heard :

What matter? our vessel skims on like a bird!

What to her is the dash of the stormridden main?

She has braved it before, and will brave it again:

The fire-gleaming flashes around us may fall

They may strike, they may cleave, but they cannot appal.

With lightning above us, and darkness

below,

Through the wild waste of waters right onward we go.

Hurra! my brave boys, ye may drink, ye may sleep,

The storm-fiend is hush'd, we're alone on the deep,

Our flag of defiance still waves o'er the

sea.

I'm afloat, I'm afloat, and the Rover is free!

MY POOR DOG TRAY.

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

On the green banks of Shannon, when
Sheelah was nigh,

No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily
play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog

Tray.

When at last I was forced from my Shee. lah to part,

She said (while the sorrow was big at her heart),

'Oh! remember your Sheelah, when far, far away,

And be kind, my dear Pat, to our poor dog Tray."

Poor dog! he was faithful and kind, to be sure,

And he constantly loved me, although I

was poor;

When the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away

I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray.

When the road was so dark, and the night was so cold,

And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old,

How snugly we slept in my old coat of

grey,

And he lick'd me for kindness-my poor dog Tray.

Though my wallet was scant, I remember'd his case,

Nor refused my last crust to his pitiful