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Quickly row the boat-row-
For fair eyes are beaming;
And from earth, air, and sky,
Sweet influence is streaming.
Let us follow the windings,
Mid green leafy bowers,
Of this gracefuly flowing,
Sweetest river of ours.

Our own Housatonick!
With what loving embraces
His course through our valley
He evermore traces!

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,
Concealed from view like thyself, to rove,
Hovering around the fair form I love;
Like thee midst her tresses of gold to play,
And the sultriness chase from her brow away;
Ever around her a perfume to fling,

Like the fragrant drops from a Peri's wing,
Love from his Paradise doth bring.

COME, TAKE THY LUTE.

BY L. L. CAMPBELL.

COME, take thy lute! attune thy voice,
Strike up some happy joyous strain,
Some tones to make our hearts rejoice,
And bring their blisses back again;

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
That song will make us each forget;
Oh do not weep-be happy still-

All may be well, be happy yet.

Come, take thy lute! strike soft, and slow,
Bring back the thoughts of other hours,
Ere yet our hearts were brought to know
The with'ring blight of faded flowers-
Ere yet a fear had dimmed our bliss,

Or yet suspense had mocked our joy,
When all around was happiness,
And pleasures sped without alloy.

Yes, take thy lute: sweet tones! they speak
Of guiltless hours, and former peace:
Oh cease the strain, thy crimson cheek
Bespeaks the pain; I pray thee cease.
Thou still hast feeling: yes, I see

Those bitter tears in streamlets flow;
Come, mingle those sad tears with me,

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,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last

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,
Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country they'd leave us no more?
Their blood hath washed out their foul footstep's pol-
lution;

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 this be our motto, "In God is our trust,"

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall

wave,

O'er the land of the free and the home of the

brave.

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