Quickly row the boat-row- Our own Housatonick! In all future ages May his blessings be shed, On those who are worthy His green banks to tread. ZEPHYR, I ENVY THEE. BY JOHN KEESE. ZEPHYR, I envy thee thy bliss: Not that the wild flowers court thy kiss; Not that thou curlest the bright sea foam Before the barque as it boundeth home;→ Revels like these, I envy thee not, All pure as thou art, if it be my lot, Like the fragrant drops from a Peri's wing, COME, TAKE THY LUTE. BY L. L. CAMPBELL. COME, take thy lute! attune thy voice, Sing me the song I love to hear, That song so dear to thee and me: Sing to me, love; though death were near, "Twould sweeten death in hearing thee. Come, take thy lute! let me but see Once more thy fingers sweep the chords, And hear thy 'witching melody Repeat those dear delightful words. Dry up that tear-all thoughts of ill All may be well, be happy yet. Come, take thy lute! strike soft, and slow, Or yet suspense had mocked our joy, Yes, take thy lute: sweet tones! they speak Those bitter tears in streamlets flow; And drown the thoughts that wound us so. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. BY F. S. KEY. OH! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there? Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream: "Tis the star-spangled banner-oh! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is the band who so vauntingly swore, No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave, And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 20* |