6.-RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.-Moore. Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; "Lady, dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely, through this bleak way? As not to be tempted by woman or gold?" "Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm, In safety lighted her round the Green Isle ; 7. SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.-Moore. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, He had lived for his Love,-for his Country he died! Oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West- 8.-BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS.--Moore. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, 9.-GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.-Moore. 2 'Go where glory waits thee! but, while fame elates thee, oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest to thine ear is sweetest, oh! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, dearer friends caress thee, all the joys that bless thee sweeter far may be; but, when friends are nearest, and when joys are dearest, oh, then, remember me. When, at eve, thou rovest by the Star thou lovest, oh! then remember me. Think, when home returning, bright we've seen it burning; oh! thus remember me. Oft as Summer closes, when thine eye reposes on its ling'ring roses, once so lov'd by thee, think of her who wove them,-her who made thee love them;-oh, then, remember me. When, around thee dying, autumn leaves are lying, oh! then remember me. And, at night, when gazing on the gay hearth blazing, oh! still remember me. Then should Music, stealing all the soul of feeling, to thy heart appealing, draw one tear from thee; then let Memory bring thee, strains I used to sing thee,-oh, then, remember me! 10. THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.-Moore. 3 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, 11.-THE SONG OF FIONNUALA.-Moore. Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water! When will heaven, its sweet bells ringing, 12.-MUSIC.-Moore. 1When through life unblest we rove, losing all that made life dear, should some notes we used to love in days of boyhood, meet our ear,oh! how welcome breathes the strain! wakening thoughts that long have slept; kindling former smiles again, in faded eyes that long have wept ! Like the gale that sighs along beds of oriental flowers, is the grateful voice of song that once was heard in happier hours; filled with balm, the gale sighs on, though the flowers have sunk in death; so, when Pleasure's dream is gone, its memory lives in Music's breath. 3 Music! Oh, how faint, how weak,-language fades before thy spell! why should Feeling ever speak, when thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship's balmy words may feign; Love's are e'en more false than they; oh! 'tis only Music's strain can sweetly soothe, and not betray! 13.-THE MINSTREL-BOY.-Moore. The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, And his wild harp slung behind him. And said, "No chains shall sully thee, Thy songs were made for the pure and free, 14.-DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY.-Moore. Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee; Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; 71 MORAL AND RELIGIOUS POETRY FOR JUNIOR PUPILS. -CHILD'S MORNING HYMN.—Mrs. Opie. The morning bright, with rosy light, has waked me from my sleep! All through the day, I humbly pray, be Thou my guard and guide; Make me like Thee, 2.-CHILD'S EVENING HYMN.—Anon. Now darkness shades the distant hill, The little birds are hid and still; And I my quiet sleep may take, How sweet, upon my little bed, 3. THE BEAUTIES OF CREATION.--Heber. I praised the Earth, in beauty seen |