At length the old man's limbs grew weak, And when as in a quiet dream "Twas she who knelt beside his couch LIGHT IN DARKNESS. J. E. CARPENTER.] GERTRUDE. [Music by S. GLOVER. Oh! it must be a fearful thing EMILY. Hush, hush, my child, to thee perchance, But I, who never hope to see, Have little cause to weep, BOTH. There is a light whose heav'nly ray And He who lights your (my) earthly way, GERTRUDE. You would not love me did you know Then chide not if I sometimes think EMILY. Hush, hush, my child, true beauty lies But where the fount of goodness flows, If such be thine, then I through life There's still the beauty of the mind, BOTH. There is a light, &c. OH! TRIFLE NOT WITH WOMAN'S HEART. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. L. HIME. Oh! trifle not with woman's heart, Nor deem you can be mine, From her whose heart is thine. My woman's pride would blush to think That I your bride could be. The heart that's pure the path must shun That's lit by falsehood's ray, Then go I would not trust to one Oh! teach her not to know deceit, That those fond vows she deem'd so sweet Think of the sunshine you have made And then upon the years of shade Think of her love who hoped to make I NEVER WAS A CHILD. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by G. LINLEY. ""Tis easy to forget the past!" Ah! yes, they tell me so, Who know not that my youth was cast My memory has no sunny day- Like angel-forms, in life's first hours, For them there bloom'd its brightest flowers, I often gaze on lips that seem HE KNOWS ME NOT. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. L. HIME. He knows me not-he knows me not- And yet my trembling bosom owns I see him take another's hand, He knows me not-and yet I see HONEST JOHN BULL. Here's a health to old honest John Bull, With hearts, and with glasses brimful, Here's a health to old England, his mother! She gave him a good education, Here's a health, &c. Now John is a good-natured fellow, Here's a health, &c. The plough and the loom would stand still, And clodhoppers sadly would fill The senate, the palace, or hall: Rights of man make a very fine sound, Equal riches a plausible tale; Whose labour would then till the ground? All would drink, but who'd brew the ale? Here's a health, &c. Half naked and starved in the street, Or Equality lengthen our coat? Here's a health, &c. Then away with such nonsense and stuff, Ev'ry Briton has freedom enough To be happy as long as he's good. |