Familiar Songs - Their Authors & Histories

300 traditional songs, inc sheet music with full piano accompaniment & lyrics.

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	SPARKLING AND BRIGHT.		453
	Sparkling and bright in liquid light, Does the wine our goblets gleam in ; With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would choose to dream in. Then fill to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting.	1-------------------'-------0 -* To drink to-night^with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting. But since Delight can't tempt the wight, Nor fond Regret delay him, Nor Love himself can hold the elf, Nor sober Friendship stay him We'll drink to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting.
	Oh! if Mirth might arrest the flight Of Time through Life's dominions. We here a while would now beguile The graybeard of his pinions,
	SMOKING AWAY. " Smoking Away " written by Francis M. Finch, has long been familiarly sung to the air of " Sparkling and Bright," Mr. Finch was born at Ithaca, N. Y., was educated at Yale, and was admitted to the bar at his native town, where he has ever since practised. He is also author of the well-known poem called "Nathan Hale," or sometimes, "The Patriot Spy," and of " The Blue and the Gray."
	Floating away like the fountains' spray, Of the snow-white plume of a maiden, The smoke-wreaths rise to the starlit skies With blissful fragrance laden. Cho— Then smoke away till a golden ray Lights up the dawn of the morrow, For a cheerful cigar, like a shield, will bar, The blows of care and sorrow. The leaf burns bright, like the gems of light, That flash in the braids of Beauty, It nerves each heart for the hero's part, On the battle-plain of duty. In the thoughtful gloom of his darkened room, Sits the child of song and story, But his heart is light, for his pipe burns bright, And his dreams are all of glory. By the blazing fire sits the gray-haired sire, And infant-arms surround him;	And he smiles on all in that quaint old hall, While the smoke-curls float around him. In the forest grand of our native land, When the savage conflict's ended, The " Pipe of Peace " brought a sweet release From toil and terror blended. The dark-eyed train of the maids of Spain 'Neath their arbor shades trip lightly, And a gleaming cigar, like a new-born star, In the clasp of their lips burns brightly. It warms the soul like the blushing bowl, With its rose-red burden streaming, And drowns it in bliss, like the first warm kiss From the lips with love-buds teaming. Then smoke away till a golden ray Lights up the dawn of the morrow. For a cheerful cigar, like a shield, will bar The blows of care and sorrow.