Leap forth to light If tyrants smite, And trust our arms to wield thee right, Good sword! CHORUS Yes! cease thy proud task never Guard of the free, We'll cherish thee, And keep thee bright forever! S FLORENCE BEAMISH (Living) SLEEP ON LEEP on, for I know 'tis of me you are dreaming, Yet still to be dreamt of is better than all. Yes, sleep on, mavourneen, my joy, and my treasure, To watch by your pillow while you slumber there. GEORGE BERKELEY, BISHOP OF CLOYNE (1684-1753) ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS HE Muse, disgusted at an age and clime TH In distant lands now waits a better time In happy climes, where from the genial sun In happy climes, the seat of innocence, There shall be sung another golden age, Not such as Europe breeds in her decay- Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past; A fifth shall close the drama with the dayTime's noblest offspring is the last. ISAAC BICKERSTAFF T SONG From "Love in a Village" HERE was a jolly miller once, He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be,— "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me." TWO SONGS From "Thomas and Sally, or the Sailor's Return " I Y time how happy once and gay! MY Oh! blithe I was as blithe could be; But now I'm sad, ah, well-a-day! For my true love is gone to sea. The lads pursue, I strive to shun; Though all their arts are lost on me; For I can never love but one, And he, alas! has gone to sea. |