THE STREAMLET. 



INTERMEDIATE. 



Streamlet, streamlet, down thro' the valley thou flowest, 



Calmly winding, yet thou dost never rest; 

 Onward, onward, down to the river thou goest, 

 Ne'er returning, merged in its heaving breast. 

 Waving trees bend their heads in blessings o'er thee, 

 Sigh the winds, "Oh, stay with us, we implore thee." 

 Streamlet, streamlet, stay, and give over thy motion; 

 Streamlet, streamlet, stay, and be calm, be blest. 



Ever onward, I have no time to be staying, 

 Ever downward, I cannot cease to flow ; 



Onward, seaward, not for a moment delaying, 

 Surely, surely, I must forever go. 



As I journey the flow'rs caress and love me, 



Song birds chant their sweet farewells above me; 



Onward, seaward, streamlets can never be staying, 

 Ever, ever, I must to ocean go. 



HARK! HARK! THE LARK. 



CHOICE SONGS. 



Hark ! hark ! the lark at heav'n's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, 



His steeds to water at those springs, On chaliced flow'rs that lies, 



On chaliced flow'rs that lies. And winking Mary buds begin to ope the golden eyes ; 



With ev'rything that pretty is ; My Lady sweet arise, 



With ev'rything that pretty is; My Lady sweet arise, arise, arise, 



My Lady sweet arise, arise ; arise, My Lady sweet, arise. 



ISLE OF BEAUTY. 



CHOICE SONGS. 



Shades of evening, close not o'er us, Leave our lonely barque awhile, 

 Morn, alas ! will not restore us Yonder dim and distant isle ; 

 Still my fancy can discover Sunny spots where friends may dwell, 

 Darker shadows round us hover, Isle of Beauty, "fare thee well." 



'Tis the hour when happy faces Smile around the taper's light ; 

 Who will fill our vacant places, Who will sing our songs tonight ? 

 Thro' the mists that float above us, Faintly sounds the vesper bell ; 

 Like a voice from those around us, Breathing, "fare thee well." 



When the waves are round me breaking, As I pace the deck alone ; 

 And my eye in vain is seeking Some green spot to rest upon ; 

 What would I not give to wander Where my old companions dwell? 

 Absence make the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, "fare thee well." 



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