Those joyous hours are pass'd away;
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone;
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
While other bards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells!

SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES. (PORTUGUESE AIR.)

SHOULD those fond hopes e'er forsake thee,'
Which now so sweetly thy heart employ;
Should the cold world come to wake thee
From all thy visions of youth and joy;
Should the gay friends, for whom thou wouldst
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 that he thou hast slighted

Would come to cheer thee, when all seem'd o'er; Then the truant, lost and blighted,

Would to his bosom be taken once more.

Like that dear bird we both can remember,
But, when chill'd by bleak December,
Who left us while summer shone round,

On our threshold a welcome still found.

The bells of his cap rung merrily out;

While Reason took

To his sermon book

Oh! which was the pleasanter no one need doubt,
Which was the pleasanter no one need doubt.

Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage,
Turn'd for a moment to Reason's dull page,
Till Folly said,

"Look here, sweet maid!". The sight of his cap brought her back to herself;

1 This is one of the many instances among my lyrical poemsthough the above, it must be owned, is an extreme case, -- where the metre has been necessarily sacrificed to the structure of the air.

Oh, then's the hour for those who love,
Sweet! like thee and me;

When all's so calm below, above,
In heav'n and o'er the sea
When maidens sing sweet barcarolles2
And Echo sings again

So sweet, that all with ears and souls
Should love and listen then.

So, come to me when daylight sets;
Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets
O'er the moonlight sea.

1 The thought in this verse is borrowed from the original Portuguese words.

2 Barcarolles, sorte de chansons en langue Vénitienne, que chantent les gondoliers à Venise. Rousseau, Dictionnaire de Musique.

When, after daylight's golden set,

Maids and youths by moonlight meet. Oh, then, how sweet to move

Through all that maze of mirth, Led by light from eyes we love Beyond all eyes on earth.

Then, the joyous banquet spread

On the cool and fragrant ground,
With heav'n's bright sparklers overhead,
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh, then, how sweet to say
Into some lov'd one's ear,
Thoughts reserv'd through many a day
To be thus whisper'd here.

When the dance and feast are done,
Arm in arm as home we stray,
How sweet to see the dawning sun
O'er her check's warm blushes play!
Then, too, the farewell kiss-

The words, whose parting tone
Lingers still in dreams of bliss,
That haunt young hearts alone.

GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.

(MALTESE AIR.)

GAILY sounds the castanet,

Beating time to bounding feet,

COME, CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR

AWAY.

(FRENCH AIR.)

COME, chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs;
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.