repacking To wander alone by the wind beaten hill But the day-star attracted his eyes sad devotion, For it rose our his own native isle of the Occan – When once in the five of his youthful emotion He sung the bold anthem of Evin go bragh. " Sad is my fate said the heart-brishen stranger). The wild deer & wolf to a covert can flee But I have no refug: from famine & langer A home and a Country remain not to me__ Never again Eien my country. The sad & forsaken, But alas in a far-foreign land I awaken And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more Oh my sad fate wilt thou never • replace. no where no perils In a a mansion of peace. can chase me my sad heart long abandond by pleasure ! Why did it deat on a • fast fading treasure ? Tears like the rain drop may drop may fall u But rapture & beauty they cannot recall.. measure Yet all its food collection suppressing, One dying with my love bosom shall draw; Evin an Exile bequeaths thee his blessing Land of my forefathers Erings-bragh!. Buried & cold when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields sweetest isle of the Ocean And thy hatp-striking bards sing aloud with emotion Written on seeing the body of a Suicide exposed unclaimed By strangers lift upon a lonely shore dead. But child to weep or widow to deplore There never came to his unburied head _ All from his cheerless habitation fled. Nor will the Canthein'd fisherman at eve, Launch on that beater by the Witche's lower, When hellebore & hemlock seem to weave Round its daik vaults a melancholy bower, For Spirits of the dead at night; era handed houd -- |