Still may it, proud as ever,

In conquest walk the sea;
The envy of the nations-
The banner of the free!

HARK! FROM YONDER HOLY PILE.

NES BAYLY.]

[Music by SIR H. BISHOP.

HARK, from yonder holy pile

Wedding bells are ringing,

White robed forms who cross'd the aisle

Solemn chants are singing.

See the happy bride appear,

Yet her footsteps falter;
Wherefore should she shed a tear

At the sacred altar?
'Tis not that she wishes now
From her love to sever;

"Tis-that should he break his vow,

She is lost for ever.

Causeless are thy fears, fair bride,
Vain the doubts that grieve thee;
View him kneeling by thy side,
Think not he'll deceive thee;
Binding be his bridal oath,

And his love increasing;
And may heaven bestow on both
Pleasure never ceasing.
May that hand protect thee still,
Thine now fondly pressing;

And in every earthly ill,

Be thy guard and blessing.

Youth the hope her bosom knows,

Dies if you forsake her;

Never let her sigh for those

From whose arms you take her,

All her fondness ne'er forget,
E'en when youth is over;
Never let the wife regret

That she bless'd the lover.
May thy cares to her alone
Frankly be confided,

May the ties that make you one
Never be divided.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

THE CHIMES.

[Music by F. N. CROUCH.

THE chimes the chimes! the joyous chimes !
That had their birth in good old times,
That, high in the steeple, to and fro,
Have hung and swung, since-long ago!
When mass was said, and prayers were read,
With incense wafted high o'erhead,-
Those by-past days when, history tells,
The people loved their sweet church bells!
Ring loud and long, ye joyous chimes,
And tell me tales of the good old times!

The chines! the chimes! the Christmas chimes!
They ring as erst in olden times!

But, ah! for follies that rule the day,
A world of truth has passed away!
An age of faith, when men were good,
And simple honest dealing stood;
Those days live but in dreary rhymes,
And in the sacred Christmas chimes !

Ring loud and long, ye joyous chimes,

And tell me of good old Christmas times!

The chimes! the chimes! the new year's chimes!
That rung the old year out oft-times;
They joyously tell in tones of mirth,
That Time has given a year to earth ;

So what if the past be grey and hoar?
If sad, he can sorrow us then no more!
For we hope and trust in better times,
When we hear the joyous new year's chimes!
Ring loud and long, ye glorious chimes,
And bring back some of the good old times.

THE OCEAN IS CALM.

T. H. BAYLY.]
[Music by T. MILLAR.
THE Ocean is calm and the winds are asleep,
There is not a wave on the face of the deep.
The water all gilded by sunbeams appears,
Like dimples of infancy smiling through tears.
Above as the snowy sails motionless lie,

So faint is the summer breeze murmuring by,
The waters disturbed by our boat gently move,
Like the soft wearing down on the breast of a dove.

When we gaze on the water how little we know,
Of floods that unfathomed are frowning below.
Ah! who that now looks on this glittering form
Would dream of its terrors in whirlwind and storm;
How many, elated with visions of bliss,

Have embarked when the day seemed as tranquil as this,

And thought not of storms and of dangers to come, Though they lurked in the breeze that seemed wafting them home.

T. MOORE.]

JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.

Joys that pass away like this,

Alas! are purchased dear,

Ifev'ry beam of bliss

Is follow'd by a tear.

[Irish Melody.

Fare thee well, oh fare thee well;

Soon, too soon, thou hast broke the spell;
Oh! I ne'er can love again

The girl, whose faithless art,
Could break so dear a chain,
And with it break my heart.

Once, when truth was in those eyes,
How beautiful they shone,
But now that lustre flies,

For truth, alas! is gone.
Fare thee well, oh fare thee well;
How I've lov'd my hate shall tell.
Oh how lorn, how lost would prove
Thy wretched victim's fate,
If, when deceived in love,
He could not fly to hate.

JOSHUA DONE.]

THE LAUNCH.

[Music by J. DONE.

WITH ardent pride Britannia's sons attend
The gallant ship on airy structure raised,
Ere to the boundless deep she could descend,
With awe and pleasure thousands stand amazed,
Behold the grand triumphant skill of man
Whose genius dared the mighty pile to form,

That o'er the ocean vast shall lead the van
And long defy the battle and the storm!

In all the gorgeous pomp of naval pride

Aloft she stands in solemn stillness bound, And as she seems to watch the swelling tide, Her stately keel the waters deep surround. They gently woo her to their soft embrace, While breathless admiration fills the throng, Bliss in each heart, and joy in every face,

The shouts foretell that hang on every tongue.

At length the well-known warning signals pass,
The pond'rous hammer strike is heard around;
She moves! she glides! a pond'rous living mass
Into the bosom of the wave profound.
Huzza! huzza! the loud-toned cannons roar ;
Huzza! huzza! resounds from shore to shore:
On her broad decks a thousand seamen stand,
The prop and glory of their native land!

THE VOICE OF THE FLOWER.

F. ENOCH.]

[Music by BEN-ALLE.

BENEATH thy window grew a gentle flow'r,

Bright, and lovely as the day,

'Twas there in spring, in summer's shining hour, With autumn had not pass'd away.

Sunny blue as cloudless day,

Fairy flow'r, it seem'd to say,

Oh! forget me not! Oh! forget me not!

One golden eve we linger'd fondly there,
Loud the nightingale sang near ;

The dew'd rose fill'd the dreamy twilight air;
The early moon shone soft and clear.

Then thy hand the blossom brake,
Then thy voice the sweet words spake,

Oh! forget me not! Oh! forget me not!

Poor flow'r! its azure faded sadly now;
Gone, as flew the summer day;
Yet mem'ries all those wither'd leaves endow
With beauty, now thou'rt gone away.

Bright they shine, as by a spell,

To my heart thy words they tell ;

Oh! forget me not! Oh! forget me not!