Part 11

WATCHING THE DAYLIGHT FADE.

Christine. Where shall we wander at evening, Seeking retirement’s shade, On its seclusion reposing, Watching the daylight fade?

Millie. Down by the brook we’ll wander alone, Naught but the sky above, There, while we hear the breezes moan, We’ll sing the songs we love.

Both. There will we wander together, Chasing our cares away, Down by the banks of the river, Cheerfully singing our lay.

Millie. Come we alone to seek delight,

Both. La, la, la; la, la, la; la, la, la; la, la, la, la; Cheerfully watch the coming of night, La, la, la; la, la, la; la, la, la; la, la, la, la; Come we alone to seek delight, &c.

Both. See, the sun is slowly retiring, Evening’s dark veil is spreading so fast; See, the stars are faintly peeping, Now the time of day is past.

See, the sun is slowly retiring, &c.

Christine. Here will we wander together, Seeking retirement’s shade, On its seclusion reposing, Watching the daylight fade.

Millie. Here, by the brook, we’ll wander alone, Naught but the sky above, Here, while we hear the breezes moan, We’ll sing the songs we love.

Both. Here will we wander together, Chasing our cares away, Down by the side of the river, Joyfully singing our lay.

FROM OUR MERRY SWISS HOME.

DUET.

From our merry Swiss home we come, we come; Our hearts are light and free; With a smile we greet every eye we meet, Two merry hearts are we.

The live-long day we chant our lay, La, la, la; la, la, la; la, la, la; la, la, la, la; Two merry hearts, two merry hearts, Two merry hearts are we, are we, Two merry hearts are we, are we, Two merry hearts are we.

SOLO.

When the advent of morning appears in the sky, We rise from our peaceful repose, To the valley, the meadow, the mountain we hie, To cull each fair flow’ret that grows. CHORUS.--From our merry, &c.

SOLO, SECOND VOICE.

Though humble our cot on the mountain may be, A life of contentment we live; We sigh not for wealth, from its cares we are free, For wealth cannot happiness give. CHORUS.--From our merry, &c.

THE DEAR, DEAR FRIENDS AT HOME.

Written and Composed by Professor W. WILSON, expressly for Miss Millie Christine.

What cheers us when we are far away From home and all we love; When storm and danger hedge us round, And all is dark above? When lightnings flash and thunders roar O’er ocean’s seething foam? It is the thought that heaven hears The prayers of friends at home.

CHORUS.

The dear, dear friends at home, The dear, dear friends at home, Kind heaven will surely hear the prayers Of our dear friends at home. Our father, with his silvery hair, Our mother, kind and fond, Our sisters, and our brothers dear, The same kind thoughts respond. The wind blows fair, our vessel sails Right gaily o’er the foam, And soon again we hope to greet, The dear old friends at home. CHORUS. --The dear, dear, &c.

WARBLING WATERS.

Where the warbling waters flow, And the zephyrs gently blow; Where the warbling waters flow, And the zephyrs gently blow. The fairies dwell; the fairies dwell In grassy dell, in grassy dell, Where the forest flowers grow, And the zephyrs gently blow, Where the forest flowers grow, And the zephyrs gently blow.

SOLO, 1st VOICE--And a joyous home is theirs, For it knows not mortal care,

SOLO, 2d VOICE--And its only tear Is the dewdrop clear That the bending lily bears.