SONG FROM "FANNY."

BY F. G. HALLECK.

YOUNG thoughts have music in them, love

And happiness their theme;

And music wanders in the wind

That lulls a morning dream.
And there are angel voices heard,
In childhood's frolic hours,
When life is but an April day,
Of sunshine and of showers.

There's music in the forest leaves,
When summer winds are there,
And in the laugh of forest girls,
That braid their sunny hair.
The first wild bird that drinks the dew,
From violets of the spring,

Has music in his song, and in

The fluttering of his wing.

SONG.

There's music in the dash of waves,

When the swift bark cleaves their foam; There's music heard upon her deck

The mariner's song of home

When moon and starbeams, smiling, meet,

At midnight, on the sea;

And there is music once a week

In Scudder's balcony.

But the music of young thoughts too soon

Is faint, and dies away,

And from our morning dreams we wake

To curse the coming day.

And childhood's frolic hours are brief,

And oft, in after years,

Their memory comes to chill the heart,
And dim the eye with tears.

To-day the forest leaves are green;

They'll wither on the morrow,

And the maiden's laugh be changed, ere long,
To the widow's wail of sorrow.

Come with the winter snows, and ask

Where are the forest-birds;

The answer is a silent one,

More eloquent than words.

The moonlight music of the waves

In storms is heard no more,

When the livid lightning mocks the wreck

At midnight on the shore;

And the mariner's song of home has ceased —

His corse is on the sea;

And music ceases, when it rains,

In Scudder's balcony.