SONGS.

DARLING ARISE. (AFTER VICTOR HUGO.) Pretty one, tho' the morning is breaking Thy lattice is fasten'd close How is it that thou art not waking When awake is the rose? Darling, arise! for I am he Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee, Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee. Nature loud at thy lattice is beating: I am Day says the morning above I am music the bird sings repeating, And my heart cries "I am Love." Darling, arise! for I am he, Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee, Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee.

ROSE. (VIELLE CHANSON DU JEUNE TEMPS.) (AFTER VICTOR HUGO.) I never thought at all of Rose, As Rose and I went through the dell, We fell a talking I suppose, But yet of what I cannot tell. Pebbles below and mosses over, Rippled a cool and limpid rill; Nature lay sleeping like a lover In the embrace of the woods so still. Shoes and stockings off she slipped, And with her sweetly innocent air Into the stream her feet she dipped, Yet I never saw her feet were bare. I only talked, the time beguiling As we wandered, she and I; And sometimes I saw her smiling, But now and then I heard her sigh. Only her beauty dawned on me When silent woods were left behind, "Never mind that now!" said she And now I shall always mind.

REGRETS. (AFTER CHARLES ROUSSEAU.) Let me cherish in my sadness Those fair days of youth and gladness! Moments of delightful madness Gone, alas, for evermore! Vain regrets for misspent powers, Wasted chances, faded flowers, Vex my lonely spirit sore. Had I only known before! Let me cherish in my sadness Those fair days of youth and gladness! Moments of delightful madness Gone, alas, for evermore!

TOO LATE. (PEINE D'AMOUR.) (AFTER ARMAND SILVESTRE.) When your hand was laid upon mine 'Twas in painful dread that I grasped it, For some hesitation malign, Made tremble the fingers that clasped it. When you turned your forehead so near, 'Twas in painful dread that I kissed it, For some cruel prompting of fear Made me timidly seek to resist it. Ah!—and my life thenceforward approved Sorrow's bitterness had o'ercome me, I only knew how I loved The day that had taken you from me.

IF THERE BE A GARDEN GAY. (S'IL EST UN CHARMANT GAZON.) (AFTER VICTOR HUGO.) If there be a garden gay Man has not molested, Where blaze through the summer day Flowers golden crested, Where tallest lilies grow, And honeysuckles blow There, oh there I fain would go Where thy foot, thy foot has rested! If there be a rosy dream By true love invested, Where all things delightful seem Close together nested Where soul to soul may tell The joy they know so well 'Tis there, oh there I fain would dwell Where thy heart, thy heart has rested.

THE MESSAGE OF THE ROSES. (ENVOI DE ROSES.) (AFTER VICOMTE DE BORELLI.) Oh, if the fairest of these roses With its red lips to thee shall tell Such things as language knows not of, As in thy bosom it reposes, Then keep it well It is my love! But if the sweetest of the roses With its red lips shall silent be, And only seek instead the bliss Which thy delightful mouth discloses, Return it me It is my kiss!