SO WARMLY WE MET. Hungarian Air. So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted, That which was the sweeter even I could not tell, That first look of welcome her sunny eye dar ted, Or that tear of passion which bless'd our fare well; To meet was a heaven-and to part thus, another; Our joy and our sorrow seem'd rivals in bliss; Oh, Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other, In smiles, and in tears, than that moment to this. The first was like daybreak, new, sudden, delicious, The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet, The last was that farewell of daylight more precious, More glowing and deep, as 'tis nearer its set. Our meeting, tho' happy, was ting'd by a sor row, To think that such happiness could not re main, 3 While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that to-morrow. Would bring back the blest hour of meeting again THOSE EVENING BELLS. The bells of St. Petersburgh. THOSE ev'ning bells, those ev'ning bells, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES. Portuguese Air. SHOULD those fond hopes e'er forsake thee, Should the gay friends, for whom thou would'st banish Him who once thought thy young heart his own, All, like spring birds, falsely vanish, And leave thy winter unheeded and lone : Oh! 'tis then he thou hast slighted, o'er, Then the truant lost and blighted, Would to his bosom be taken once more: Like that dear bird we both can remember, Who left us while summer shone round; But, when chill'd by bleak December. Upon our threshold a welcome still found. HARK THE VESPER HYMN IS STEALING. Russian Air. HARK, the vesper hymn is stealing Now it bursts upon the ear. Farther now, now farther stealing, Farther now, &c. Soft it fades, &c. Now like moonlight waves retreating, To the shore, &c. NATIONAL AIRS, BY THOMAS MOORE, Esq. VOLUME II. LOVE AND HOPE. Swiss Air. AT morn, beside yon summer sea, But scarce had noon-tide come, when he Into his bark leap'd smilingly, [behind! And left poor Hope behind-and left poor Hope "I go," said Love, "to sail awhile, Across this sunny main," And then so sweet his parting smile, That Hope, who never dream'd of guile, Believ'd he'd come again-believ'd he'd come again. She linger'd there, till evening's beam Along the waters lay; And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream, At length, a sail appears in sight, And tow'rd the maiden moves; 'Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright, His golden bark reflects the light: But, ah, it is not Love's-it is not Love's! Another sail-'twas Friendship show'd And calm the light that lamp bestow'd,. And where, aias! was He?-and where, alas! was He? Now fast around the sea and shore The sunny sails were seen no more, Hope's morning dreams of bliss were o'erLove never came again!-Love never came again!- THERE COMES A TIME. German Air. THERE comes a time, a dreary time, O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime, 'Tis when his soul must first renounce Oh, then's the time to die at once, For life has nought beyond. There comes a time, a dreary time, To him whose heart hath flown O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime, And made each flower its own. When sets the sun on Afric's shore, That instant all is night, And so should life at once be o'er, When Love withdraws his light. |