VI. Oh! the bliss in youth's fair morning, To range from morn till evening's gloaming, VII. Worldly cares then fly away, Harmony reigns here and revels, VIII, Tell us not that cares are coming, Feel the balm the breezes bring us, IX. Love, the purest gem on earth, The constant true heart's richest pleasure, Still yields a mine of priceless worth, Wealth cannot buy with all its treasure; Gold forms a bar that love's sweet joys retard, But genuine love is its own pure reward. ! A NEW SONG, SUNG AT A TEMPERANCE FESTIVAL. I. In bacchanalian strains, the song That cares were vanish'd far away. CHORUS. Over the hills and far away, Over the hills and far away, All care seem'd vanish'd on that day, II But Bacchanalian joys soon fly, Wine steals the social mind away, And noisy riot rising high, Oft rules with wild o'erwhelming sway ; The festive charm-the flow of soul, Depart the scene, and will not stay, At last the overpowering bowl, CHORUS. Then over the hills and far away, III. But here no angry eyeballs roll, And if the world would learn our way, CHORUS. Over the hills and far away, Both here at home and far away. SPINNING JINNY! I. Poor TOMMY HIGHS * In death's long slumber lies, His daughter, JINNY, Hath closed her eyes, And finished her own spinning. ARKWRIGHT, the Barber, sleeps in clay, The worms feed now on artist Kay. † II. Now mark the strange Vicissitudes of fate; How wonderful the change, Small things produce on great; And mark how oddly honour finds Rewards for merit of all kinds. * The original inventor of the Spinning Jinny, named after his daughter, Jinny. † A watchmaker, who assisted HIGHS |