We call th?m far throngh the silent night, And they speak not from c?ve nor hi!l, We know, thou bird! that their land is h?ight, But, oh! ?ay, do they love there sti!l.? SEE OUR OARS.--? Sz? our oars with feather'd spray, Sparkle in the beam o� day, In our !ittte bark we glide, Swiftly 9'er the silent tide; 'From yonder lone and rocky shore, The warrior hermit to reestore; And sweet the morning breezes blow, While thus in measured time we row. SLEEP GENTLE LADY.--? Sz. zzP, gentle lady, flowers are clJsing, The very winds a?d waves .reposing, O, let our soft and soothing numbers Wrap thee in sweeter, softer slumbers! Peace be around thee, lady bright, Sleep while we sing--goodnight, good night! LOVE, MY MARY.--,? Lovz, my Mary, dwells with thee, On t.hy cheek his bed I see; No, ?h&t cheek is pal? with cam, Love can find no roses there; No roses there, no, no. 'Tis not on th? cheek of rose, Love can find the best repose; In my hetr? his home thou'It see, There he lives, and lives for thee.
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