Far better lights shall win me,
Along the path I've yet to roam;
The mind that burns within me,

And pure smiles from thee at home

Thus, when the lamp that lighted
The traveller, at first goes out,
He feels a while benighted,

And looks round in fear and doubt.

But soon, the prospect clearing,
By cloudless starlight on he treads,
And thinks no lamp so clearing
As that light which heaven sheds.

TYROLESE EVENING HYMN.

COME to the sunset tree!

The day is past and gone;
The woodman's axe lies free,
The reaper's work is done.
The twilight star to heaven,
And the summer dew to flowers,
And rest to us is given

In the cool refreshing bowers.
Come to the sunset tree, &c.

Sweet is the hour of rest,

Pleasant the wind's low sigh

The gleaming of the west,

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And the turf whereon we lie.
When the burden and the heat
Of labour's task is o'er,
And kindly voices greet,

The tired one at his door.
Come to the sunset tree, &c

Yes, tuneful is the sound

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That dwells in whispering boughs; Welcome the freshness round,

And the gale that fans our brows. Then though the wind an altered tone Through the young foliage bear, Though every flower of something gone, A tinge may wear ;

Come to the sunset tree, &c.

A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA.

A wet sheet! and a flowing sea,
And a wind that follows fast,
And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast. my boys
While like an eagle free,

Away our good ship flies, and leaves
Columbia on our lea.

Oh, give me a wet sheet, a flowing sea,

And a wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast.

For a soft and gentle wind,

I heard a fair one cry;

But give to me the roaring breeze,
And white waves heaving high;

And white waves heaving high, my boys,

The good ship tight and free;

The world of waters is our home,
And merry men are we.

Oh, give me, &c

There's tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud-
And hark the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud,

The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free;

While the hollow oak our palace is.
Our heritage the sea!

Oh, give me &c.

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'TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER.

AIR-Savournah Deelish.

'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking

Like heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead,

When man, from the slumber of ages awaking,

Look'd upward and bless'd the pure ray ere it fled.

'Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burning,

But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning,

That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning,

And darkest of all, hapless Erin! o'er thee.

For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting

Around thee, through all the gross clouds of the world;

When Truth, from her fetters indignantly starting,

At once, like a sun-burst her banner unfurl'd.

Oh! never shall earth see a moment so splendid!

Then, then, had one hymn of deliverance blended

The tongues of all nations, how sweet had ascended

The first note of liberty, Erin! from thee.

But, shame on those tyrants, who envied the blessing!

And shame on their light race, unworthy its good,

Who, at death's reeking altar, like furies caressing

The young hope of freedom, baptizea it in blood!

Then vanish'd for ever that fair, sunny

vision,

Which, spite of the slavish, the cold heart's derision,

Shall long be remembered, pure, bright, and elysian

As first it arose, my lost Erin! on thee.