And thy name, like a jewel,
Be treasured up here.
MY HEART IS SAIR FOR SOMEBODY.
My heart is sair, 1 dare na tell,
My heart is sair for somebody;
I could wake a winter night,
For the sake o' somebody.
Oh, hon! for somebody,
Oh, hey! for somebody,
I wad range the world around
For the sake o' somebody.
Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
O sweetly smile on somebody;
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my somebody.
Oh, hon! for somebody,
Oh, hey! for somebody,
I wad gae-where wad I not!
For the sake o' somebody.
MARSEILLES HYMN OF LIBERTY.
YE sons of Freedom, wake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries.
Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms to arms! ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheath:
March on, march on, all hearts resolv'd
On victory or death.
Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling,
Which treacherous kings confederate raise;
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,
And lo! our fields and cities blaze.
And shall we basely view the ruin,
While lawless force with guilty stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide,
With crimes and blood his hands embruing?
To arms to arms! ye brave, &c.
With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst of power and gold unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air.
Like beasts of burden would they lead us,
Like gods would bid their slaves adore,
But man is man, and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us?
To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c.
Oh Liberty! can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy generous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts and bars confine thee?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield;
But freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their arts are unavailing.
To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c.
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.-By T. Hood.
I REMEMBER, 1 remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where
The sun came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink to soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish that night Had borne my breath away!.
I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets and the lily cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilachs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The liburnum on his birth-day-
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirits flew in feathers then,
That are so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high:
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven, Than when I was a boy.
THE WATCHMAN.-By T. Moore.
GOOD night, good night, my dearest,
How fast the moments fly;
'Tis time to part, thou hearest
That hateful watchman's cry,
'Past twelve o'clock !'-good night!
Yet stay a moment longer-
Alas! why is it so ?-
The wish to stay grows stronger,
The more 'tis time to go.
'Past one o'clock !'-good night!
Now wrap thy cloak about thee :
The hours must sure go wrong,
For when they're pass'd without thee,
They're, oh! ten times as long.
'Past two o'clock !'-good night!
Again that dreadful warning!
Had ever time such flight?
And see the sky,-'tis morning-
So now, indeed, good night!
'Past three o'clock !'-good night.
O, SWIFTLY GLIDES THE BONNY BOAT.
By Joanna Bailey.
O, SWIFTLY glides the bonny boat,
Just parted from the shore;
And to the fisher's chorus note,
Soft moves the dipping oar:
These toils are borne with happy cheer,
And ever may they speed;
That feeble age and helpmate dear,
And tender bairnies feed.
We cast our lines in Largo Bay,
Our nets are floating wide;
Our bonny boat, with yielding sway,
Rocks lightly on the tide;
And happy prove our daily lot
Upon the summer sea;
And blest on land our kindly cot,
Where all our treasures be...
The mermaid on her rock may sing,
The witch may weave her charm;
No water sprite, nor eldrick thing,
The bonny boat can harm ;
It safely bears its scaly store
Through many a stormy gale ;
While joyful shouts rise from the shore,
Its homeward prow to hail.
We cast our lines in Largo Bay, &c.
Now safe arriv'd, on shore we meet
Our friends with happy cheer:
And with the fisher's chorus greet
All those we hold most dear:
With happy cheer, the echoing cove
Repeats the chanted note,
As homeward to our cot we move,
Our bonny, bonny boat.
We cast our lines in Largo Bay, &c.
ENCOMPASS'D IN AN ANGEL'S FRAME.
ENCOMPASS'D in an angel's frame
An angel's virtues lay;
Too soon did heaven assert the claim,
And call'd its own away.
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