The wind is blowing strong, For he lies among the Moors! Lift up, lift up your sail And bend upon your oars, For he lies among the Moors! I see the blue hills over, And thank you for my lover. To Mary I will pray While ye bend upon your oars, "Twill be a blessed day If ye fetch him from the Moors. ROW, GALLANT COMRADES, ROW. [Tune-"Row well, ye mariners." 16th century.] Row, gallant comrades, row, The sun is near his western bed; Unnumber'd gems of gorgeous red; The stars that peer to usher night, With all your might, ye mariners. I 2 Row, gallant comrades, row, The log is crackling on the hearth, Will greet us with the sound of mirth. And drooping spirits we shall cheer: BRIGHT THINGS CAN NEVER DIE. C. H. HITCHINGS.] [Music by E. F. RIMBAULT. BRIGHT things can never die, E'en though they fade, Beauty and minstrelsy Deathless were made. What though the summer day Passes away, Doth not the moon's soft ray Like childhood's simple rhymes Said o'er a thousand times, Distant and near. Wrecks of the past, Float on our memory, They leave behind Some fairy legacy Stored in the mind. AND HAVE I LOST THEE? LADY DUFFERIN.] AND have I lost thee? [Music by LADY DUFFERIN. Is thy love a dream of other days? I miss thee from the lonely hearth- Thy voice with its melodious mirth, Alas! and is there left no trace And have-have I lost thee? And have I lost thee? Must I learn to live through lonely years! All coldly from my tears? Thy silent home !-none greet me there, Our ancient haunts no longer wear Familiar looks to me! Restore, thou silent tomb, restore The young hopes thou hast slain ! Give back the lov'd and lost once more! Give me mine own again! And have I lost thee? MAYST THOU BE HAPPY. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. P. KNIGHT. Though I have proffered my friendship in vain, As one who'd have bow'd to thy wish or thy will,Who sought not thy wealth, but thy hand and thy heart; Mayst thou be happy, although we must part. TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE. T. MOORE.] TAKE back the virgin page, [Air-" Dermot," White and unwritten still; Some hand more calm and sage "The leaf must fill. Thoughts come as pure as light, Pure as even you require; Yet let me keep the book; Haply, when from those eyes 8. LOVER.] Fancy may trace some line And as the records are, Which wand'ring seamen keep, Tell through what storms I stray, Guiding my way! THE ANGEL'S WING. [Music by S. LOVER. [There is a German superstition, that when a sudden silence takes place in a company, an angel at that moment makes a circuit among them, and the first person who breaks the silence is supposed to have been touched by the wing of the passing seraph. For the purposes of poetry, I thought two persons preferable to many, in illustrating this very beautiful superstition.] WHEN by the evening's quiet light There sit two silent lovers, They say, while in such tranquil plight, With a bard's devotion :- Till now the silent spell he broke;- |