For oh! how its song brings back to me As the two leaves were parted in the stream. OH, TAKE ME BACK TO SWITZER HON. MRS. NORTON.] LAND! { Music by the HON. By the dark waves of the rolling sea, MRS. NORTON Where the white sailed ships are tossing free, Pale and sorrow laden, With a mournful voice sang she. I see its hills, I see its streams, Or the bright sun shineth, Present still its beauty seems. Oh! take me back to Switzerland, Upon the mountains let me stand, Where flowers are bright, where skies are clear, For months along that gloomy shore, Pale and sorrow laden; Then her voice was heard no more, For far away from Switzerland, From home, from friends, from native land, The broken-hearted found a grave. SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A [SHAKSPEARE.] SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day? By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd. But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; THE SKIPPER AND HIS BOY. H. AIDE.] [Music by V. THE sea ran high, and the wind was wild, "Fear!" cried the boy, "I know not fear, GABRIEL. "Mother will watch from the door and pray "Yes, yes!"-quoth the skipper, brief and stern, O'er the green waves, 'neath the morning sky, She is watching, watching, but never more And all that doth of the skipper remain, THE BROTHER'S DIRGE. MRS. HEMANS.] [Music by MRS. OWEN. IN the proud old fanes of England Banners hang drooping o'er their dust But thou, but thou, my brother! O'er the dark billows sweep, In the old high wars of England For her lion-kings of lance and spear, Thy life-drops flowed for me- In a shelter'd home of England Our sister dwells alone, With quick heart listening for the sound She little dreams, my brother! Of the wild fate we have found; THE ORPHAN'S PRAYER. J. E. CARPENter.] [Music by FRANZ ABT. HEAVENLY Father! King of might! Hear, oh hear, the orphan's prayer, Heavenly Father! King of kings! Thou wilt hear the orphan's prayer, ONE MORN I LEFT MY BOAT. T. HAYNES BAYLY.] [Music by A. LEE. ONE morn I left my boat, to stray In yon island's dewy bowers; That eve, when nought but sea and sky THE SEAMAN'S HOME. DENEY BRANDBETH.] [Air-"Gramachree." I SAW her in her noon of pride, How gloriously she stemmed the tide- For, once upon the ocean wave, In all her gallant trim, Though cannons roar and tempest rave, I saw her when she faced her foes, As England's victor shout arose, And woke her into life. And who that once has seen can e'er Forget that glorious day, When all was dared that man may dare For Britain's ocean sway? And now I see her once again, For, though no more she walks the main, In sickness, as in glory's hour, |