THOMAS MOORE. To Ladies' eyes around, boy, We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Tho' bright eyes so abound, boy, 'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose. For thick as stars that lighten Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers, The countless eyes that brighten This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! Some looks there are so holy, They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv'n, As shining beacons, solely, To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. While some oh! ne'er believe them With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us God forgive them! The other way, the other way. But fill the cup where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! FELICIA HEMANS. Oh, call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone, The summer comes, with flower and bee, The butterfly is glancing bright I care not now to chase its flight, The flowers run wild, the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load; Oh! call him back to me. He would not hear thy voice, sweet child, He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time smiled, On earth no more thou'lt see! A rose's life, sweet, short, and mild, Go, thou must play alone, my child, FELICIA HEMANS. Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, God grant me grace my prayers to say; In health and strength for many a year! |