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Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race,
All wild in the silence of nature, it drew From each wandering sunbeam à lonely embrace; For the night-weed and thorn overshadow'd the place
Where the flower of my forefathers grew.
Sweet bud of the wilderness! emblem of all
That survives in this desolate heart! The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall;
But patience shall never depart.... Though the wilds ofenchantment, all vernaland bright
In the days of delusion, by Fancy combin'd With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight, Abandon my soul like a dream of the night,
And leave but a desert behind.
Be hush’d, my dark spirit! for wisdom condemns,
When the faint and the feeble deplore....
A thousand wild waves on the shore....
May thy front be unalter'd, thy courage elate! Ah, even the name I have worship'd in vain, Shall awake not the sigh of remembrance again!
To bear, is to conquer our fate!
Ah no, my Darco, latest given
Nor warn'd of all my future woe,
Nine charming years had fraught with grace
Oh, when his gaily....smiling talk
Thus shall I bid thee Darco, stand,
Now hush, my heart.....afflicting Heaven,
As that which lies unconscious here!
THE DIRGE OF WALLACE.
They lighted a taper at the dead of night,
And chanted their holiest hymn;
Her eye was all sleepless and dim!
When a death-watch beat in her lonely room,
To tell of her warrior's doom!
“ Now sing ye the death song, and loudly pray
“ For the soul of my knight so dear; “ And call me a widow this wretched day,
“ Since the warning of God is here! “For a night-mare rides on my strangled sleep:
“ The lord of my bosom is doom'd to die ; “ His valorous heart they have wounded deep, “ And the blood-red tears shall his country weep
« For Wailace of Elderslie.”