SONG. FOR MUSIC. I. A LAKE and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear,— And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! II. Thy gown should be snow-white silk, III. Red rubies should deck thy hands, And diamonds should be thy dow'r— But Fairies have broke their wands, And wishing has lost its pow'r! BALLAD. L SPRING it is cheery, Green leaves hang, but the brown must fly; When he's forsaken, Wither'd and shaken, What can an old man do but die? II. Love will not clip him, Maids will not lip him, Maud and Marian pass him by; Youth it is sunny, Age has no honey,— What can an old man do but die ? III. June it was jolly, O for its folly! A dancing leg and a laughing eye; Wisdom is chilly, What can an old man do but die ? IV. Friends, they are scanty, If he has followers, I know why; (Buying him crutches !)— What can an old man do but die? HYMN TO THE SUN. I. GIVER of glowing light! Though but a god of other days, Of wiser ages Still live and gladden in thy genial rays! II. King of the tuneful lyre, Though lips are cold Whereon of old Thy beams all turn'd to worshipping and song! III. Lord of the dreadful bow, None triumph now for Python's death; But thou dost save From hungry grave The life that hangs upon a summer breath. |