With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile, insatiate despots dare, (Their thirst of power and gold unbounded), To mete and vend the light and air. Like beasts of burden would they load us, Like gods would bid their slaves adore But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c. O Liberty! can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame? Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee? Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Too long the world has wept, bewailing That falsehood’s dagger tyrants wield, But freedom is our sword and shield, And all their arts are unavailing. To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c. Twinkling Stars. 56 Twinkling stars are laughing, love, Laughing on you and me, While your bright eyes look in mine, Peeping stars they seem to be; Troubles come and go, love, Brightest scenes must leave our sight, But the star of hope, love, Shines with radiant beams to-night. CHORUS. Twinkling stars are laughing, love, Laughing on you and me, While your bright eyes look in mine, Peeping stars they seem to be. Golden beams are shining, love, Shining on you to bless, Like the queen of night, you fill Darkest space with loveliness. Silver stars how bright, love, Mother moon in thronely might, Gaze on us to bless, love, Purest vows here made to-night. CHORUS.--Twinkling stars, &c. Shells of the Ocean. 57 One summer eve, with pensive thought, I wandered on the sea-beat shore, Where oft, in heedless infant sport, I gathered shells in days before. I gathered shells, &c. The plashing waves, like music fell, Responsive to my fancy wild, A dream came o’er me like a spell, I thought I was again a child. A dream came o’er me like a spell, A dream came o’er me like a spell, I thought I was again a child. I stooped upon the pebbly strand, To cull the toys that ’round me lay, But as I took them in my hand, I threw them one by one away. I threw them, &c. “Oh, thus,” I said, “in every stage, By toys our fancy is beguiled, We gather shells from youth to age, And then we leave them like a child.” We gathere shells, &c.