BARCAROLE.

COME! speed away, the breeze grows louder,
The sun sets red in Ocean's bed,

The waves like steeds their manes fling prouder,
They leap and spread and toss each head;
The ruddy clouds to westward gleaming,
Send forth the gale which swells our sail,
Above our heads the sea-bird screaming

The black storm rides, dark waves grow pale!

Afar! we hear the thunder sounding,
The sky grows dark above our bark,
O'er roaring billows far rebounding
Light as a lark sweeps on our ark!
Now red we see the beacon blazing,
Whose gleams illume the seas of gloom,
And on the shore behold those gazing,
Who deem our doom an ocean tomb!

Fear not! although the billow springing,

'Mid tempest loud should kiss the cloud, We, like the white bird o'er us winging,

Will not be bowed, but meet it proud,— Behold! the haven swift we're gaining,

Which wooes each guest to give him rest, And soon fond eyes will fast be raining,

Of maids close pressed to lover's breast!

LUTE AND LOVE.

A SONG.

COME let us sing-
Life's silver string

But half its songs hath spoken,
And in the soul

Love's golden bowl

Lies by the well unbroken;

Then seize the lute,

Nor deem Mirth's fruit

The apples of Gomorrah,

Since Joy and Bliss

The tear drops kiss

From off the cheek of Sorrow.

The day but shows
Its gloom to those

Who live amid repining,

Nor night so dark

But some bright spark

In shade will yet be shining;
While Winter's snows

But bring the rose,

The Spring-time's scarlet token: Then let us sing

The silver string

And golden bowl unbroken.

To Love and Song
Our lives belong,
They make this earth Elysian,
And death so strange

Is but to change

To heaven's brighter vision;

While He above

Will bless the love

And words our lips have spoken,

And we shall sing

When silver string

And golden bowl lie broken!

BARCAROLE,

COME when the daylight is dying,
Far o'er the blue water plying,
When stars lie asleep

On the face of the deep,

And flash in our wake as we're flying;

When soft the evening zephyr swells,

And wild waves break o'er sands and shells. Chorus-" Come when," &c.

Come when the darkness is paling,

Come when the Moon is unveiling,

Our songs shall illume

All the shadowy gloom,

And ring thro' the air as we're sailing-
While every breeze that sweeps along,
Shall bear away our gentle song.

Chorus "Come when," &c.