More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers, Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours. II. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, III. No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, Take wine like this, Then bring Wit's beam With flowers of soul, Tow'rds Heaven to-night, And leave dull earth behind us! III. Say, why did Time His glass sublime When wine, he knew, Runs brisker through And sparkles far more brightly? And, smiling thus, The glass in two we'd sever, In double tide, And fill both ends for ever! Then wreathe the bowl The brightest Wit can find us; Tow'rds Heaven to-night, And leave dull earth behind us! WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES. AIR.-Father Quinn. I. WHENE'ER I see those smiling eyes, All fill'd with hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever rise, To dim a Heaven so purely bright I sigh to think how soon that brow In grief may lose its every ray, And that light heart, so joyous now, For Time will come with all its blights, IF THOU LT BE MINE. 1. İr thoul't be mine, the treasures of air, II. Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove, III. And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high, All this and more the Spirit of Love Can breathe o'er them, who feel his spells! That Heaven which forms his home above, He can make on earth, wherever he dwells, And he will, if thou wilt be mine, love! TO LADIES' EYES. AIR.- Fague a Ballagh. I. To Ladies' Eyes a round, boy, Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, So drink them all! so drink them all! II. Some looks there are so holy, They seem but given, they seem but given, As splendid beacons, solely, To light to Heaven, to light to Heaven. Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so'drink them all! III. In some, as in a mirror, Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd, But shun the flattering error, 'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips-but this is telling, So here they go ! so here they go ! Fill up, fill up where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! FORGET NOT THE FIELD. AIR.-The Lamentation of Aughrim. FORGET not the field where they perish'd, All gone-and the bright hope we cherish'd II. Oh! could we from death but recover III. Could the chain for an instant be riven, IV. But'tis past-and, though blazon'd in story Accursed is the march of that glory, V. Far dearer the grave or the prison, Illumed by one patriot name, Than the trophies of all, who have risen On Liberty's ruins to fame! THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE. AIR.-Noch bonin shin doe. I. THEY may rail at this life-from the hour I began it, As long as the world has such eloquent eyes, |