HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S WING.

(AIR.

ANONYMOUS.)

How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,

Whose theme is in the skies

Like morning larks, that sweeter sing
The nearer Heav'n they rise.

Though Love his magic lyre may tune,
Yet ah, the flow'rs he round it wreathes
Were pluck'd beneath pale Passion's moon,
Whose madness in their odour breathes.

How purer far the sacred lute,

Round which Devotion ties

Sweet flow'rs that turn to heav'nly fruit,

And palm that never dies.

Though War's high-sounding harp may be

Most welcome to the hero's ears,

Alas, his chords of victory

Are wet, all o'er, with human tears.

How far more sweet their numbers run,
Who hymn, like Saints above,

No victor, but th' Eternal One,
No trophies but of Love!

GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.

(AIR.

STEVENSON.)

Go forth to the Mount - bring the olive-branch

home *,

And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come! From that time, when the moon upon Ajalon's vale, Looking motionless down‡, saw the kings of the

earth,

In the presence of GoD's mighty Champion, grow pale

Oh, never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!

* "And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, Go forth unto the mount, and fetch olive-branches," &c. &c. Neh. viii. 15.

+"For since the days of Joshua the son of Nun unto that day had not the children of Israel done so and there was very great gladness. - Ib. 17.

‡ "Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.”— Josh. x. 12.

Bring myrtle and palm- bring the boughs of each

tree

That's worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free. * From that day, when the footsteps of Israel shone, With a light not their own, through the Jordan's

deep tide,

Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on†—
Oh, never had Judah an hour of such pride!
Go forth to the Mount - bring the olive-branch

home,

And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!

"Fetch olive-branches and pine-branches, and myrtlebranches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths."- Neh. viii. 15.

t "And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the LORD stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground."— Josh. iii. 17.

IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER.

(AIR. HAYDN.)

Is it not sweet to think, hereafter,
When the Spirit leaves this sphere,
Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her
To those she long hath mourn'd for here?

Hearts, from which 'twas death to sever,
Eyes, this world can ne'er restore,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,
Shall meet us and be lost no more.

When wearily we wander, asking

Of earth and heav'n, where are they,
Beneath whose smile we once lay basking,
Blest, and thinking bliss would stay?

Hope still lifts her radiant finger
Pointing to th' etcrnal Home,