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The queen of the garden, the ruby lip'd

rose, On her emerald throne by the rivulet

grows; Come hither, my rosebud, and shame

the proud flower, Out blush the gay queen in her own

gaudy bower, I'll sing thee a song, and the burden

shall be, Dark eyed one, dark eyed one, I lan

guish for thee.

So laden with sweets is each sight of

the gale, I'm sure my beloved is crossing the vale; The tulip is quaffing his cup full of wine, The turtle is murm'ring vows to the

pine. Oh, was not the moments so precious

to love, Come drink with the tulip, and court

with the dove, I'll wing thed a song, and the burden

shall be, Dark eyed one, dark eyed one, I lan

guish for thee

THE SEA.

The sea! the sea ! the open sea !
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It sunneth the earth's wide regions

round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the

skies, Or like a cradled creature lies.

I'm on the sea ! I'm on the sea !
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue

below, And silence wheresoe’er I go: If a storm should come and wake the

deep, What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

I love, oh! how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns tho

moon,
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the Sou’-west blasts do blow.

I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and

more, And backwards flew to her billowy

breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's

nest; And a mother she was, and is to me, For I was born on the

open sea ! The waves were white, and red the

morn, · In the noisy hour when I was born; And the whale it whistled, the porpois.

rolled, And the dolphins bared their backs of

gold; And never was heard such an outcry

wild As welcomed to life the ocean-child ! I've lived since then, in calm and strife, Full fifty summers a sailor's life, With wealth to spend and a power to

range, But never have sought, nor sighed for

change ; And Death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come on the wild unbounded sea!

BONAPARTE'S FAREWELL.

AIR.–Captain OʻKean. FAREWELL to the land, where the

gloom of my glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth

with her name, – She abandons me now,—but the page

of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd

with my fame. I have warr'd with a world which

vanquish'd me only When the meteor of Conquest allur'd

me too far,I have coped with the nations which

dread me thus lonely, The last single captive to millions in

war!

Farewell to thee, France—when thy

diadem crown'd me, I made thee the gem and the wonder

of earth,But thy weakness decrees I should

leave as I found thee, Decayed in thy glory, and sunk in

thy worth.

Oh! for the veteran hearts that wero

wasted In strife with the storm, when their

battles were won, Then the eagle, whose gaze in that

moment was blasted, Had still soard with eyes fixed on

Victory's sun! Farewell to thee, France--but when

liberty rallies Once more in thy regions, remember

me then The violet grows in the depth of thy

valleys, Though withered, thy tears will un

fold it again. Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that

surround us, And yet may thy heart leap awake

to my voiceThere are links which must break in

the chain that has bound us; Then turn thee, and call on the chief

of thy choice!

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