Song.
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A health to dear woman! she bids untwine,
From the cup it encircles the fast-chnging
But her cheek in lis crystal with pleasure will


glow,
And mirror its bloom in the bright wave be-


low.
A health to dear woman the days are no
When she watched for her lord till the revel


was o'er,
And smoothed the white pillow, and blushed


when he came,
AS she pressed her cold lips on his forhead of


fame.


Alas for the loved one too spotIess and


fair,
The joys of his banquet TO chasten and share;
Her eve lost its light that his goblet might


shine,
And the rose of her cheek was dissolved in his


wine.


Joy smiles in the fountain, health flows in the


rills,
AS their ribbands Of silver untwine from the


hills;
They breathe not the mist of the bacchanal's


dream,
But the lilies of innocence float on the stream
Then health and welcome to woman once


more!
She brings us a passport that laughs at our


door;
1t is written on crimson-its letters are pearls;
1t is countersigned NATURE-so, room for


the girls!