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But shall play in healthful fields,
Till limbs and mind grow stronger,
And every one shall read and write-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
The people shall be temperate,
And shall love instead of hate,
In the good time coming.
They shall use and not abuse,
And make all virtue stronger;
The reformation has begun ;-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
Let us aid it all we can,
Every woman, every man,

The good time coming.

Smallest helps, if rightly given,
Make the impulse stronger;
"Twill be strong enough one day;-
Wait a little longer.

THE KISS.

[P. B. SHELLEY.]

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the river with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things, by a law divine,
In another's being mingle;-
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another!
No leaf or flower would be forgiven,
If it disdain'd to kiss its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all those kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

DEAR IS THE BLUSH.

Dear is the blush of early light

To him who ploughs the pathless deep,
When winds have raved throughout the night,
And roaring tempests banish'd sleep:
Dear is the dawn which springs at last,
And shows him all his peril past.

Dearer to me the break of day

Which thus thy bended eye illumes,
And chasing fear and doubt away,
Scatters the night of mental glooms;
And bids my spirit hope at last,
A rich reward for perils past.

THE OLD OAK TABLE.

T. HUDSON.]

[Air-"The last Shilling."

I had knock'd out the dust from my pipe t'other night,
Old Time towards midnight was creeping;
Th' last smoke from its ashes had taken its flight,
I felt neither sleeping nor waking.

A voice, loud and hollow, and seemingly near,
(You'll say 'tis a dream or a fable)
Directed towards me, said audibly clear,
"List to me, list to me, thy oak table.

"I was once of the forest the monarch so bold,
Nor tempest nor storm made me tremble;
And oft, very oft, the famed Druids of old
Would under my branches assemble;

O, lift me from the grass!
I die-I faint-I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain

On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas
My heart beats loud and fast;
Oh! press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last.

WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.

G. P. MORRIS (American).]

[Music by H, RUSSELL

Woodman, spare that tree,
Touch not a single bough,
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
"Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near his cot,
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not.

That old familiar tree,

Whose glory and renown
Are spread o'er land and sea,
Say, wouldst thou hack it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke,

Cut not its earth-bound ties,
Oh, spare that aged oak,
Now towering to the skies.

Oft when a careless child,
Beneath its shade I heard
The wood-notes sweet and wild,
Of many a forest bird;-
My mother kiss'd me here,
My father press'd my hand,

I ask you with a tear

To let that old oak stand.

My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend,
Here shall the wild bird sing,

And still thy branches bend.
Old tree the storm still brave,
And woodman leave the spot,
While I've a hand to save,
Thy axe shall harm it not.

CHEER, BOYS, CHEER

C. MACKAY.]

[Music by H. RUSSELL.

Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow,
Courage, true hearts, shall bear us on our way;
Hope points before, and shows the bright to-morrow:
Let us forget the darkness of to-day.

So farewell, England, much as we may love thee, We'll dry the tears that we have shed before; Why should we weep to sail in search of fortune? So farewell, England-farewell for evermore! Cheer, boys, cheer! for country, mother country, Cheer, boys, cheer! the willing strong right hand; Cheer, boys, cheer! there's wealth for honest labour; Cheer, boys, cheer! for the new and happy land.

Cheer, boys, cheer! the steady breeze is blowing,
To float us freely o'er the ocean's breast;
The world shall follow in the track we're going,
The star of empire glitters in the west.
Here we had toil and little to reward it,

But there shall plenty smile upon our pain,
And ours shall be the prairie and the forest,
And boundless meadows ripe with golden grain.
Cheer, boys, cheer! for country, mother country,
Cheer, boys, cheer! united heart and hand;
Cheer, boys, cheer! there's wealth for honest labour;
Cheer, boys, cheer! for the new and happy land.

SHE LIVES WITH HER OWN GRANNY

T. H. BAYLY.]

DEAR.

[Old Air.

Cried William when just come from sea,
"Has any one seen my Annette?
Oh, say, is she faithful to me?—
Alas! 'tis so long since we met."
"Yes, yes, an old gossip replies,
"We all know her very well here;
She has red lips and bonny black eyes,
And she lives with her own granny dear."
Grenadier, did you say Grenadier?"
"Yes, yes," the old gossip replies,

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"She lives with her old granny dear."

Annette flew to welcome him home,
But he turn'd from the maid with disdain.
"False girl, I suppose you are come
To jeer me and laugh at my pain;
Since scandal has blotted your name,
I deem you unworthy a tear;
I've been told by an elderly dame,
That you live with your own grenadier!

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Granny dear, did you say granny dear ?"
"Yes, I'm told by an elderly dame,
That you live with your own grenadier!'

Quoth pretty Annette, "Do you dare
To call me inconstant and frail ?
Beware, Master William, beware,

How you trump up an old woman's tale.
"Tis true that such stories are told,

But we can't believe half what we hear;
I own that my granny is old,

So I live with my own granny dear."
"Granny dear, did you say granny dear?"
"Yes, I own that my granny is old,
So I live with my own granny dear."

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