And she will be his bride! at the altar he'll give her The love that was too pure for a heartless deceiver. The world may think me gay, for feelings I smother; my Oh! thou hast been the cause of this anguish-my mother! I HAVE COME FROM A HAPPY LAND. I HAVE Come from a happy land, I have parted a merry band, Where Love's banquet waits for thee; Thine its sweets shall be, Thine, thine alone. The summer has its heavy cloud, The rose-leaf will fall; But in our home joy wears no shroud, Never does it pall, Each new morning ray, Leaves no sigh for yesterday, Is trouble on thy youthful brow, O heed them not who for thee now But the touch of a gentle hand And pain will cease when lightly fanned And when fond hearts beat, Then hence to the happy land, HOURS THERE WERE. HOURS there were, to mem'ry dearer, Than the sun-bright scenes of day: Friends were dearer, joys were nearer, But alas, they've fled away. Oh! 'twas when the moonlight playing, O'er the valley's silent grove, Told the blissful hour for straying, Oft when ev'ning faded mildly, Songs like his, my love would sing me, Songs that warble round me yet; me, Scenes like those I must forget. But in dreams let love be near me, With the joys that bloomed before ; Slumb'ring then 'twill sweetly cheer me, Calm to live my pleasures o'er; Then perhaps some hope may waken, THE CRACOVIAN MAID. FAREWELL, farewell my peaceful vale, The lattice porch with ivy clad, The poor Cracovian maid, The poor Cracovian maid. Farewell, farewell dear village church, Where oft in prayer I've joined the throng, And chanted with a cheerful voice, The setting sun, the vesper bell, PADDY CAREY S FORTUNE, OR, IRISH PROMOTION. 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen That Sergeant Snap met Paddy Carey, A claner boy was never seen, toes, His legs would make a chairman stare, All the sweet faces at Limerick races, And look so shy, Ogh! Cushlamachree, did you never see, The jolly boy, the darling joy, the |