THE SONG OF HOPE. MRS. HEMANS.] [Music by MRS. OWEN. DROOP not, my brothers! I hear a glad strain; We shall burst forth like streams from the winter night's chain; A flag is unfurled, a bright star on the sea, A ransom approaches-we yet shall be free! Where the pines wave, where the light chamois leaps, Where the hearth shines, where the kind looks are met, GIVE MY LOVE TO ENGLAND. FREDERICK ENOCH.] [Music by G. A. MACFARREN. WILL you let me tell you of a boy that went to sea? An open-hearted, smiling-faced, and manly boy was he, A very child he was in age, yet knew no childish fears, He only "looked the other way" before his mother's tears! Then laughing leapt upon the deck, and up the rigging flew, To see the last of native land, and wave the last adieu; While to each landward bird and sail so cheerily cried he, "Go, give my love to England!" said the boy that went to sea. Over all the world the lad went, floating here and there, If courage found a deed to do, he found a heart to dare; In other climes they never said, "What countryman is here?" The truth that shone upon his face in all he did was clear. "Oh! sailor-boy !" the homeward bound across the gunwale cry, "What hail, for native land ?"-be sure they had but one reply ; One thought of mother, home, and perhaps of some one else might be, For "give my love to England!" from the boy that went to sea. Noble heart! upon the deep, no matter storm or fair, My sailor-boy, all taut and trim, you'll find at duty there; If but to show that English hearts, no matter where they roam, Can't part with duty, though sometimes they let love wander home. When comes the day, his latest word, I know will be but one, If he tumbles in the shotted-shroud, or falls before the gun! An all-enfolding, prayerful word, I know what it will be "Oh! give my love to England!" from the boy that went to sea. SINCE, JACK, THOU ART A SEAMAN'S C. DIBDIN.] SON. [Music by C. DIBDIN. SINCE, Jack, thou art a seaman's son, And born for the good of the nation, 'Tis pretty near time I begun To larn thee a tar's edication : For when out of port Thou'lt be fortune's sport, And taste of sorrow's cup; Is hope's best bow'r, When death shall bring thee up. Love honour as thy life : Ne'er do a paltry thing; Spare foes, and serve thy king! Without consarn Thou'lt taste of pleasure's cup, On thy last legs, When death shall bring thee up. And when thou'st left the sea, And time has long broke bulk, To drink of comfort's cup; Thy eyes thou'lt close In sweet repose, When death shall bring thee up. IN DREAMS THOU ART WITH ME J. E. CARPENTER.] STILL. [Music by C. W. GLOVER, THOU art not with me when I tread The forest path at eve, Where the full branches overhead, And when in midnight's deepest gloom I see thee in my curtain'd room, Thou art not with me, yet I feel Where the pale moonbeams all reveal And when the song bird Ells the air, Until the midnight's darker gloom And then within my curtain'd room AS DOWN IN THE MEADOWS. ANONYMOUS.] [Air-Old English. As down in the meadows I chanc'd for to pass, Oh, there I beheld a young beautiful lass! Her age, I am sure, it was scarcely fifteen, And she on her head wore a garland of green; Her lips were like rubies, and as for her eyes, They sparkled like diamonds, or stars in the skies; And then, Oh, her voice, it was charming and clear, As sadly she sung for the loss of her dear. Why does my love, Willie, prove false and unkind, Oh, why does he change to another from me? But now he has left me, and Fanny the fair And says all the sweet things he once said to me. But, if she believe him, the false-hearted swain R. HERRICK.] DAFFODILS. [Music by ALFRED A. POLLOCK. FAIR daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; Until the hasting day But to the even-song; Two Paradises are in one, To live in Paradise alone. We have short time to stay as you; As quick a growth to meet decay We die, As your hours do; and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dev, Ne'er to be found again! G |