the murmuring sea,
The wanton wind sighs, Come! come! come!
Oh, haste, Love, come with me,
To the wild wood come with me--
Come and gather luscious berries,
Come with me;
Clustering grapes and melting cherries
Wait for thee!

My bird of love, my beauteous flower,
Come, reign the queen of yonder bower,
'Tis True-love whispers, Come! come! come!
Oh, haste, then, come with me,
To the wild wood come with me.
Life's first fairest hours are fleeting--
Come with me;
Hope, and Joy, and Love's fond greeting
Wait for thee!

CUPID AND THE ROSE-BUD.

_Set to Music by H. Lambeth._

Young Love once woo'd a budding Rose,
(_Sing hey down ho, the bleak winds blow._)
With fond delight his bosom glows,
(_How softly fall the flakes of snow._)
Love watch'd the flower whose ruby tips
Peep'd coyly forth, like pouting lips,
Then nearer to the Rose he trips;
(_The stately oak will soon lie low._)

Young Love was fond and bashful too,
(_Sing hey down ho, the sea rolls aye._)
He sigh'd and knew not what to do;
(_Life like an arrow flies away._)
Then whispering low his cherish'd wish,
The Rose-bud trembled on her bush,
While redder grew her maiden blush;
(_Ruddy eve forecasts the brightest day._)

To pull this Rose young Love then tried;
(_'Tis sweet to hear the skylark sing._)
Her blush of hope she strove to hide;
(_Joy soars aloft on painted wing._)
Love press'd the Rose-bud to his breast,
He felt the thorn, but well he guess'd
Such "Nay" meant "Yea," 'twas fond Love's jest;
(_'Tis honey soothes the bee's fell sting._)

ROBIN GOODHEART'S CAROL.

TUNE--_"The Brave Old Oak."_

'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! all eyes are bright,
And joyous songs abound;
Our log burns high, but it glows less bright
Than the eyes which sparkle round.
The merry laugh, and the jocund tale,
And the kiss 'neath the mistletoe,
Make care fly as fast as the blustering gale
That wreaths the new fallen snow.
'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! all eyes are bright,
And joyous thoughts abound;
The log burns high, but it glows less bright
Than the eyes which sparkle round.

'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! see the old grandsire
Forgets his weight of years;
He laughs with the