When twilight approaches the season,
That ever is sacred to song,
Does some one repeat my name over,
And sigh that I tarry so long?
And is there a chord in the music,
That's miss'd when my voice is away,
And a chord in each heart that awaketh
Regret at my wearisome stay.VI

Do they set me a chair near the table When evening's home pleasures are nigh, to a 'I When candles are lit in the parlor, T And the stars in the calm azure sky? And when the good nights are repeated, eim 110And all lay them down to their sleep, Do they think of the absent, and waft

me

A whispered "good night," while they weep?

Do they miss me at home, do they miss

me,

At morning, at noon, or at night I And lingers one gloomy shade round

Are joys less invitingly welcome,

And pleasures less hale than before, Because one is missed from the circle, Because I am with them no more.

GENTLE NETTIE MOORE
In a little white cottage,

Where the trees are ever green, And the climbing roses blossom by the door :

I've often sat and listen'd

To the music of the birds,

And the gentle voice of charming Nettie Moore.

Chorus.-O! I miss you, Nettie Moore, And my happiness seems o'er, While a spirit sad around my heart has come;

And the busy days are long, And the nights are lonely now, For you're gone from our little cottage home.

Below us in the valley,

On the river's dancing tide,

Of a summer's eve I'd launch my open

boat;

And when the moon was rising,
And the stars began to shine,

Down the river we so merrily would float.

Oh! I miss you, &c.

And often in the autumn,

Ere the dew had left the lawn,

We would wander o'er the fields far away

But those moments have departed,
Gentle Nettie, too, is gone,

And no longer sweetly with her can I stray.

Oh! I miss you, &c.

Since the time that you departed I have longed from earth to rise, And join the happy angels gone before; I cannot now be merry, For my heart is full of woe,

Ever pining for my gentle Nettie Moore. Oh! I miss you, &c.

You are gone, darling Nettie,

I have mourned you many a day,

But I'll wipe all the tears from my

eyes,

For as soon as life is past,

I shall meet you once again, In heaven, darling, up above the skies. Oh! I miss you, &c.

TO THE WEST.

C. MACKAY.

To the west to the west! to the land of the free,

Where mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea,

Where a man is a man, if he's willing to

toil,

And the humblest may gather the fruits of the soil;

Where children are blessings, and he who hath most

Has aid for his fortune and riches to

boast;

Where the young may exult and the aged may rest,

Away, far away, to the land of the west!

To the west to the west ! to the land of the free,

Where mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea,

Where the young may exult and the aged may rest,

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Away, far away, to the land of the west!

To the west

to the west! where the

rivers that flow

Run thousands of miles, spreading out as they go;

Where the green waving forests shall echo our call,

As wide as old England, and free to us all; Where the prairies, like seas where the billows have roll'd,

Are broad as the kingdoms and empires of old;

And the lakes are like oceans, in storm or in rest,

Away, far away, to the land of the west! To the west! &c.

To the west to the west! there is wealth to be won,

The forest to clear is the work to be

done;

We'll try it, we'll do it, and never despair,

While there's light in the sunshine or breath in the air,