THE DEEP BLUE WAVE. Words by F. S. Wallis, Esq.-Music by Pendleton.-Published by Davidson. THE LILY. Poetry by J. W. Leslie, Esq.; Music by J. M. Jolly.-Published by Davidson. Moderato There is a sweet pale flow-er, That oft un-heed-ed blows, And round its na-tive so-li-tude Its balmy perfume throws. It blooms not in the garden, Nor decks the gay par terre ; It owns no cul- ti va-tion, But 'tis fra-grant as it's fair; vest of hum-ble green, Its pearl-y drops lie fold-ed in a vest of hum-ble green. In maiden guise and bashfulness Its modest form it rears; Just breathes its fragrant gratitude Thou art a frail and tender thing, Though beautiful and wild, I love thee not a whit the less I greet thy coming, mourn thy lose- LOST GERTRUDE. Poetry by Thomas C. Brabant, Esq.; Music by F. H. S. Pendleton.-Published by Davidson. e Earth, to thy bosom, take in peace This gentle flower of yes-ter day; Poetry by Charles Mackay; Music by Henry Russell.-Published by Jefferys. Allegro Moderato. Old Tu-bal Cain was a man of might, In the days when Earth was young; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright, The strokes of his ham-mer rung; And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing ) clear, Till the sparks rush'd out in scarlet rout, As he fashion'd the sword and spear; sang, 'Hurra for my handi -work! Hurra for the spear and sword! Hur ra for the hand that shall wield them well, For he shall be king and lord!' To Tubal Cain came many a one, As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one pray'd for a strong steel blade, And he made them weapons sharp and strong, And spoils of the forest free; And they sang, 'Hurra for Tubal Cain, Who hath giv'n us strength anew- He saw that men with rage and hate Made war upon their kind, And the land was red with the blood they shed Or that skill of mine should plan, The spear and the sword for men whose joy And for many a day old Tubal Cain SMILE ON, FOR THY YOUNG DAY IS DAWNING. Allegretto. Smile on, for thy young day is dawn-ing; The world beams for thee in its rap-ture bursts forth, like the sun up on flow 'rs. Bright as the sky is thine eye's brilliant beam ing; Light bounds thine heart, as the roe on the moun-tain; Calm flow thy thoughts, as the sum-mer lake streaming, Spark-ling in joy, like the spray from the fountain. Smile on: soon time will a wa ken Thy bo som from peace, to o'er whelm it in sad -ness; Thou'lt rise saken, · ness. its wrath and its mad To feel the world's tempest, The flowers of the earth from the sunbeam must sever, Bask while you may in joy's roseate light: For soon you'll relinquish your morning, And sink in the cares of the world's gloom" night. An Egyptian flower that rises above the stream at sunrise, and sinks at sunset THE SPIRIT AND THE STREAM. The banks of the river were lovely and bright, As the blossoms and boughs met the sum-mer noon · light; The moss hid the flower, the tree_screen'd the moss, And the willow's thick tres- ses fell sweep-ing a- cross: But Time took his way on those green banks at last, And pull'd up the flow'rs and trees as he pass'd;- He stretch'd his cold hand- the white cot-tage was down, And the spring-y moss wi-ther'd beneath his stern frown. Just the same as when beautiful green banks were Vivace. e As it did when the alder and lily were there; [kind. Its 'deep feelings less quick, or its yearnings less Glide onward unchang'd to Eternity's sea. w HURRAH FOR THE GIRL OF OUR HEARTS. Composed by J. Blewitt. I've a toast now to give, which, as long as I live, Should my locks with bright Then the toast then the toast be, Dear woman, dear woman!' Let each breast that is man-ly approve ; Then the toast, then the toast be 'Dear Wo-man! And nine cheers for the girls that we love! Come, my boys; come, my boys; and nine cheers for the girls that we love! Bright, bright are the dreams of our earliest years, And sweet are the scenes of our youth; But brighter fond woman before us appears, And sweeter her love and her truth. Her voice is the trumpet of gladness,- OLD DAN TUCKER. Negro Melody by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's uniform Edition of his Compositions. I came a-cross de o-cean wide, To live wid & gemman on t'o-der side; 'Xpected to breakfast, dine, and sup, When wid dese harsh words he chaw'd me up 'Git out ob de way, Git out ob de way, Git out ob de way, Ole Dan Tuc-ker; You're too late to come to supper" I see a yallow bush-a-belle, Get out ob de way, &c. Sheep and de hog are in de paster, But said, Git out ob de way, &c. I 'fraid I don't look well a-dancing, On Nigger hill, as I heard tell, Git out ob de way, Misses Tucker, &c. Misses Tucker is eighty-nine, I dance myself clean out ob sight; When I ran away one moonlight night, Name on de house, and knocker on de door, Git out ob de way, &c. |