THE SPECTRE'S CRADLE SONG. HUSH, my bonny babe!-hush, and be still! For thee have I travail'd in weakness and woe, My heart was kind, and I fell in the snare, T I sinn'd, I sorrow'd-I died for thee, See yon thick clouds of the murky hue, There's a home of peace that soon shall be thine, Hush, my bonny babe !-hush, and be still! The flowers of this world will bud and decay, The trees of the forest be weeded away, And all yon stars from the milky way, HYMN TO THE GOD OF THE SEA. THIS and the foregoing songs are copied, with a slight variation, from the Queen's Wake, as pieces that might be successfully set to music. O THOU, who makest the ocean to flow, To thee the incense of song we heap, Thou, who knowest not slumber nor sleep, Great spirit that movest on the face of the ocean, To thee !-to thee !-we sing to thee, God of the western wind! God of the sea! To thee, who breathest in the bosom'd sail, Who bid'st the billows thy reign deform, Laugh'st in the whirlwind, sing'st in the storm, God of the western wind! God of the sea! To thee, who leadest forth in the air, The things that be not, are not there, That rise like mountain amid the sea, Where mountain was never, and never will be, Who mov'st thy proud and thy pale chaperoon, Mid walks of the angels and ways of the moonTo thee!-to thee !-we sing to thee, God of the western wind! God of the sea! To thee, who bid'st those mountains of brine Softly to sink in the fair moonshine, And spreadest thy couch of mellow light, To lure to thy bosom the Queen of the night, And the mist that sleeps on her breast of blue To thee!-to thee !—we sing to thee, God of the western wind! God of the sea! To thee, whose holy calm is spread For nymphs of the ocean's wooing bed, God of the western wind! God of the sea! |