Stand by now, my hearts! heave a line from your bow Be cool, boys, be steady! we're well by you now. EVERY LAND MY HOME! H. LOVELL.] [Music by N. J. SPORLE. Life is not all a desert waste, For we whose pulses warmly beat No bound to me of earth and sea My nation all mankind shall be, The dearest place shall be the spot The sweetest music that I hear Still seems a village chime, And where the warmest smiles appear Is still the warmest clime. No bound, &c. HOPE SHALL WHISPER HAPPY DAYS. J. STONEHOUSE.] [Music by W. SHEPPARD. I have said that I would love thee As long as life remains, And I will keep my plighted word 1 If fortune beams upon my path, Each grief with thee I'll bear. Should worldly ills come o'er us, Though distance now divide us, LIGHT OF HEART AM I. C. SWAINE.] Light of heart am I, [Music by J. BARNETT. Nothing more shall grieve me, Sighing can't relieve me. Tears cannot efface it,- Wherefore feel for those Who feel not for others ?- When they should be brothers. Those we loved are gone, As it will, we mind not! THE HEART'S DESIRE FOR HOME. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by C. HODGSON. The river flows through pleasant vales, Yet longs to reach the sea; The bird in golden cage confined Still struggles to be free; The swallow for the summer waits, The laughing brook the sunshine loves, The ocean loves the joyous wind To kiss the billow's foam, But still there's not a longing like The heart's desire for home. WHO'LL BUY MY ROSES? J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. L. HIME. Who'll buy my roses ?-they're fresh and they're fair; Who buys my roses must surely love me; They're nature's alone, though they bloom on my cheeks; Yet take them not to your gilded saloon- Who'll buy my roses ?-in sunshine and shower Who'll buy my roses?-they're not to be sold Who buys my roses must also take me! Who'll buy my roses, &c. GO BREEZE THAT SWEEPS. Go bird that makes the groves so gay, E. FARMER.] FORGET HIM. [Music by G. SIMPSON. Forget him! oh, how little they Who counsel thus can know the feeling Forget him! they have never felt The wild and throbbing pulse which tells Forget him! yes, should madness pluck But while, as now, each varied sense YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND A WELCOME J. E, CARPENTER.] HERE. [Music by J. M. JOLLY. You'll always find a welcome here, "Tis not alone my frugal board I ask my friend to share- While faithful friendship links our hearts, Thy hand I'd clasp in mine no more Then never pass my friendly door |