So mix'd the rose and lily's white,
That nature seem'd uncertain quite,

To deck her cheek, what flower she'd choose,
The lily, or the blushing rose.

I wish I ne'er had seen her eye,

Ne'er seen her cheek of doubtful dye,
And never, never dar'd to sip,

The sweets that hung upon the lip

Of faithless Emma.

For though from rosy dawn of day,
I rove along, and anxious stray,
Till night, with curtain dark descend,
And day no more its gleamings lend;
Yet still like her's no cheek I find,
Like her's no eye, save in my mind,
Where still I fancy that I sip,
The sweets that hung upon the lip

Of faithless Emma.

HOW LOVELY THE HOUR.

How lovely the hour, when the sun, smooth declining, Retires to give place to the shadows of night;

When each dew-drop that falls round the flow'rets are twining

Sweet scents that arise with mild Luna's pale light. Oh! then comes my rapture, and then comes my glory, I fly from the world, but I fly not in vain;

A dearer than Helen,* so blooming in story,
Yes, Heavens, I view her! my Margaret again.

* Fair Helen of Kirkconnell Lea.

As the blush on the face ev'ry feature enlightens,
So she from my bosom removes ev'ry care,
The scene, else o'erclouded, before my eyes brightens,
And evening but shows me her beauties more fair.
The time wing'd with pleasure seem'd short, when the
morning

Reveal'd her light form, gliding home by the rill;
While the sun in its orbit all nature's adorning,
True love for thee, Margaret, my bosom shall fill. *

CONTENT.

My days they roll pleasant and fair,
My nights from uneasiness free;
My mind's not distracted by care,
No charms has ambition for me.
With joy I salute the bright sun,
When he shines in the eastern sky;
Nor grieve when his race he has run;-
Then who so contented as I?

My love she is gentle and kind,

And vows she'll for ever prove true;
An angel in person and mind-

In truth she is rivall'd by few.

*This song is by the young poet whose first communication the reader of our work will find at page 338 of Vol. I. We are happy to think that he has, in some degree, realized the hopes we there indulged of his powers. The present little effusion pos sesses considerable merit: there is a warmth of imagination, and in some respects, an originality of thought, which pleases us, although, at the same time, we remark some youthful inaccuracies, which we hope his after productions will be exempt from.

While innocence smiles in my home,
And love gives a charm to each joy,
From my humble roof'd cot I'll ne'er roam;
Then who so contented as I?

REMEMBER ME.

REMEMBER me, when far away

I journey through the world's wide waste;
Remember me at early day,

Or when the ev'ning shadows haste.
When high the pensive moon appears,
And night, with all her starry train,
Gives rest to human hopes and fears,
Remember I alone complain.

Remember me whene'er you sigh,
Be it at midnight's silent hour;
Remember me, and think that I
Return thy sigh, and feel its pow'r.
Whene'er you think on those away,
Or when you bend the pious knee,
Or when your thoughts to pleasure stray,
O then, dear maid, remember me.

RULE BRITANNIA.

WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,

Arose from, &c.

This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.

The nations not so blest as thee
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Must in, &c.

Whilst thou shalt flourish-shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule Britannia, &c.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
More dreadful, &c.

As the loud blast-loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.

Rule Britannia, &c.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down,
All their attempts, &c.

Will but arouse arouse thy generous flame,
And work their woe, and thy renown.
Rule Britannia, &c.

To thee belongs the rural reign;

Thy cities shall with commerce shine,
Thy cities, &c.

All shall be-shall be subject to the main,
And every shore it circles thine.

Rule Britannia, &c.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair,

Shall to, &c.

Blest isle, with beauty-with matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Rule Britannia, &c.

THE

POCKET ENCYCLOPEDIA,

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PART THIRD.

Irish and Comic

SONGS.