And leaping, cresting, never still, the waves about us play, And with creak and strain, through spraying rain, we cut our onward way. A landsman! a landsman ! That I will never be, While there's a home in the swell and foam Oh, who would be a landsman in the winter-time of year? When the northern breeze o'er fresh'ning seas comes whistling past the ear, And to meet the gale we do not quail, but dare it as we go, And only ask for sea-room, lads, our seamanship to show. A sailor! a sailor! That I will ever be, While there's a home 'mid the rage and foam SWEETHEART. WELLINGTON GUERNSEY.] [Music by M. W. BALFE. THERE is a little bird that sings, "Sweetheart! sweetheart! sweetheart !" I know not what his name may be, I only know he pleases me, As loud he sings and thus sings he, I've heard him sing on soft spring days, And like that bird my heart, too, sings, 66 Sweetheart! sweetheart! sweetheart !" What need of other words than these, "Sweetheart! sweetheart! sweetheart !" My love would not be shown more strong CLARIBEL.] BLIND ALICE. [Music by CLARIDEL. THEY tell me that the skies are blue, And flowers are in bloom; Fresh cowslips they have brought to day I cannot see them as they grow The winter days were long and drear, No blackbirds warbled in the thorn, I thought how once my heart rejoiced But yet I had my pleasant hours, She read to me until I half Forgot that I was blind; To dry my tears she bade me think THE ROSE'S ERRAND. C. MACKAY, LL.D.] [Music by MACKAY. I SENT a message by the rose That words could not convey; Lives in her heart as first in mine, MAY I LOVE THEE, HEBREW J. E. CARPENTER.] MAIDEN? [Music by JAMES PERRING, MAY I love thee, Hebrew maiden, With thy glossy raven hair, And thy cheek with bloom o'erladen, Wilt thou kindly, calmly listen, No; that proud lip tells how vainly Mantling in thy veins I trace; Fare thee well, proud Hebrew maiden, CLARIBEL.] THE TWO NESTS. [Music by CLARibel. A NEST there was in a bonnie May-tree, And methought how happy the bird must be But the children came, and together they vied A nest there was in a dreary tree, In a dark and dismal holly, And methought how weary the bird must be But the children came, and they passed it by To rifle a fairer tree, And the bird in the holly I then confess'd In the forest of life two different glades Shall I push my way thro' the darkest shades, I will think of the bird and her nestlings' doom, Lest enemies come where the fair flowers bloom, MOTHER, OH! SING ME TO REST. MRS. HEMANS.] [Spanish melody. MOTHER! oh, sing me to rest, Lay this tired head on thy breast! Mother, oh, sing me to rest! Take back thy bird to its nest! MY NORMANDY. [French air.] HOPE whispers me when summer comes, And greet my birth-place once again; The breath of life so pure and free; |