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But by long absence your truth has been tried,

Still to your accents I listen with pride, Blest as I was when I sat by your side, Long, long a-go, long a-go

THE KISS.

THE kiss, dear maid, thy lips have left,
Shall never part from mine,
Till happier hours restore the gift
Untainted back to thine.

The parting glance that fondly gleams,
An equal love may see,

The tear that from the eyelid streams Can weep no change in me.

The kiss, &c

I ask no pledge to make me blest,
In gazing when alone;
No one memorial for a breast,

Whose thoughts were all thine own
By day or night, in weal or woe,
That heart no longer free,

Must bear the love t cannot show,

And silent ache for thee.

The kiss, &c.

WITH HELMET ON HIS BROW.

WITH helmet on his brow, and sabre on his thigh,

The soldier mounts his gallant steed to conquer or to die

e;

His plume, like a pennon, streams on the wanton summer wind,

In the path of glory still that white plume shalt thou find;

Then let the trumpet's blast to the brazen drum reply,

"A soldier must with honour live, or at once with honour die."

O bright as his own good sword, a soldier's fame must be,

And pure as the plume that floats above his helm, so white and free. No fear in his heart must dwell, but the dread that shame may throw One spot upon that blade so bright, one stain on that plume of snow;

Then let the trumpet's blast to the brazen drum reply,

"A soldier must with honour live, or at once with honour die "

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I'VE BEEN ROAMING

I've been roaming, I've been roaming,
Where the meadow dew is sweet,
And I'm coming, and I'm coming,
With its pearls upon my feet.

I've been roaming, I've been roaming,
O'er the rose and lily fair,
And I'm coming, and I'm coming,
With the blossoms in my hair.

I've been roaming, I've been roaming,
Where the meadow dew is sweet,
And I'm coming, and I'm coming,
With its pearls upon my

feet.

I've been roaming, I've been roaming, Where the honey-suckle creeps, And I'm coming, and I'm coming, With its kisses on my lips.

I've been roaming, I've been roaming, Over hill and over plain,

And I'm coming, and I'm coming,

To my bower back again.

SONG OF THE FREF

From valley and mountain, from hilltop and glen,

What shouts through the air are rebounding;

And echo is sending the sounds back

again,

And loud thro' the air they are sounding,

And loud thro' the air they are sounding. And if you ask what those joyous strains,

'Tis the, 'tis the songs of bondmen now bursting their chains.

And who through our nation is waging the fight,

What host from the battle is flying: Our true-hearted freemen maintain the right,

And the monster intemp'rance is dying;

And the monster intemp❜rance is dying; And if you ask what you there behold,

'Tis the, 'tis the army of temp'rance, the free and the bold.

Too long has the monster triumphantly

reigned,

Too long in his chains has enslaved us; To freedom awaking, no longer enchained,

The goddess of temp'rance has saved

us,

The goddess of temp'rance has saved

us;

And if you ask what has made us free,

'Tis the, 'tis the pledge that gave us our liberty.

From valley and mountain, from hilltop and glen,

What shouts through the air are rebounding;

And echo is sending the sounds back

again,

And loud thro' the air they are sounding,

And loud thro' the air they are sounding And if you ask what those joyous

strains,

'Tis the, 'tis the songs of bondmen now bursting their chains.

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