And, while that best-belov'd one In my heart the hope I cherished She my path through life would share ; And, with her for my companion, 'Tis my only wish it should Prove as peaceful and as happy THOUGHTS OF THE DEAR OLD TIMES. 'M A SONG. ID all the joys that hope can boast, One joy there is that charms me most, Through every hour I live; For, floating on my memory, Like sound of distant chimes, Come thoughts of moments sweet to me, 'Tis this that bids despair depart, 'Tis this that cheers the saddest heart, And brings a blessing in its train- Still to these thoughts my spirit clings, And the fairest scene the future brings Shall but rebuild the past: For, though the days to come be drear, One joy my darkest hour shall cheer, Thoughts of the dear old times. Until thy roof I seem to see, Though future years to me should bring Her bounties every hour, My dear old home! within thy walls Than in a monarch's gilded halls How dear to me shall ever prove That one familiar spot, Blest by a thousand dreams of love That ne'er can be forgot! For, though to thee I ne'er return, But far for ever roam, My heart with tender thoughts shall yearn To thee, my dear old home! OLD ENGLAND. "Come the three corners of the world in arms, O LD England! thou mother of nations, What proud and ennobling sensations Begirt by a bulwark of waters, The birthplace and grave of the free! How oft to the exile, when driven Thy strength have exulted to see, And the hearts of the fainting and fearful Have gathered fresh courage from thee! How oft in thy heart-stirring story Thy sons in the thick of the fight, By deeds of unparalleled glory, Have rendered their memory bright ! But when, ever willing and speedy, Yet 'tis not the battle-field only Their fairest renown has obtained; For them deathless honour have gained : It is this that has ever surrounded For the cause that such heroes can waken Oh! long may old England thus flourish, The wisest and best of the world; And, though age with high honour has crowned her, Yet still be her banner unfurled! |