OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.

AIR.-The Brown Maid.

I.

OH! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid :
Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head!
II.

But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE.
AIR-The Fox's Sleep.

I.

WHEN he who adores thee has left but the name
Of his fault and his sorrows behind,

Oh! say, wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame
Of a life that for thee was resign'd?

Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree;

For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,
I have been but too faithful to thee!

II.

With thee were the dreams of my earliest love-
Every thought of my reason was thine;

In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above
Thy name shall be mingled with mine!

Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live
The days of thy glory to see;

But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee!

THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS.

AIR-Gramachree.

I.

THE harp that once through TARA's halls

The soul of music shed,

Now hangs as mute on TARA's walls

As if that soul were fled.

So sleeps the pride of former days,

So glory's thrill is o'er,

And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more!

II.

No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of TARA Swells;

The chord alone, that breaks at night,
Its tale of ruin tells.

Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives

Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives!

FLY NOT YET.

AIR-Planxty Kelly.

I.

FLY not yet, 'tis just the hour

When pleasure, like the midnight flower

That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night,

And maids who love the moon! "Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made; "Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing.

Oh! stay-Oh! stay.—

Joy so seldom weaves a chain

Like this to-night, that oh! 'tis pain

To break its links so soon.

II.

Fly not yet, the fount that play'd
In times of old through AMMON's shade,

Though icy cold by day it ran,

Yet still, like souls of mirth, began

To burn when night was near:

* Solis Fons, near the Temple of Ammon.

And thus should woman's heart and looks
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindle till the night, returning,
Brings their genial hour for burning.
Oh! stay-Oh! stay.-

When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake
As those that sparkle here!

OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.

AIR-John O'Reilly the Active.

I.

OH! think not my spirits are always as light,
And as free from a pang, as they seem to you now ;
Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night
Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow.
No-life is a waste of wearisome hours,

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ;
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns!
But send round the bowl, and be happy awhile;

May we never meet worse in our pilgrimage here, Than the tear that enjoyment can gild with a smile, And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear.

II.

The thread of our life would be dark, Heaven knows! If it were not with friendship and love intertwined; And I care not how soon I may sink to repose,

When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind! But they who have loved the fondest, the purest,

Too often have wept o'er the dream they believed; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest, Is happy indeed if 'twas never deceived.

But send round the bowl-while a relic of truth

Is in man or in woman, this prayer shall be mine,That the sun-shine of love may illumine our youth, And the moon-light of friendship console our decline.

THOUGH THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN
WITH SORROW I SEE.

AIR.-Coulin.

I.

THOUGH the last glimpse of ERIN with sorrow I see,
Yet wherever thou art shall seem ERIN to me;
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,

And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

II.

To the gloom of some desert or cold rocky shore,
Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more,
I will fly with my COULIN, and think the rough wind
Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind.

III.

And I'll gaze on thy gold hair, as graceful it wreathes,
And hang o'er thy soft harp, as wildly it breathes;
Nor dread that the cold-hearted Saxon will tear

One chord from that harp, or one lock from that hair.*

RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.* AIR.-The Summer is coming.

I.

RICH and rare were the gems she wore,

And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;
But oh! her beauty was far beyond

Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand.

"In the twenty-eighth year of the reign of Henry VIII. an Act was made respecting the habits, and dress in general, of the Irish, whereby all persons were restrained from being shorn or shaven above the ears, or from wearing Glibbes, or Coulins (long locks), on their heads, or hair on their upper lip, called Crommeal. On this occasion a song was written by one of our bards, in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin (or the youth with the flowing locks), to all strangers (by which the English were meant), or those who wore their habits. Of this song the air alone has reached us, and is universally admired."-WALKER'S Historical Memoirs of Irish Bards, page 134. Mr. Walker informs us also, that, about the same period, there were some harsh measures taken against the Irish Minstrels.

* This ballad is founded upon the following anecdote: "The people were inspired with such a spirit of honour, virtue, and

II.

"Lady! dost thou not fear to stray,
"Solone and lovely, through this bleak way?
"Are ERIN's sons so good or so cold,
"As not to be tempted by woman or gold?

III.

"Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,

"No son of ERIN will offer me harm

"For though they love woman and golden store,
"Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more!"

IV.

On she went, and her maiden smile

In safety lighted her round the green isle.
And blest for ever is she who relied
Upon ERIN's honour and ERIN's pride!

AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW.

AIR.-The Young Man's Dream.

I.

As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile,
Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.

II.

One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws
Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes,
To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring,
For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting!—

religion, by the great example of Brien, and by his excellent administration, that, as a proof of it, we are informed that a young lady of great beauty, adorned with jewels and a costly dress, undertook a journey alone from one end of the kingdom to the other, with a wand only in her hand, at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value; and such an impression had the laws and government of this Monarch made on the minds of all the people, that no attempt was made upon her honour, nor was she robbed of her clothes or jewels.”—WARNER'S History of Ireland, Vol. 1, Book 10.