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Or wiped his honourable brows
Bedewed with toil, While reapers sirove, or busy ploughs
Uplurned the soil ;
His judgment with benignant ray
Let faith be given;
Is light from Heaven.»
Let no mean hope your souls enslave :
And such revere;
And think, and fear!
ELLEN IRWIN, OR THE BRAES OF KIRTLE.
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate
From many Knights and many Squires
But what is Gordon's beauteous face,
Proud Gordon cannot bear the thoughts
And, falling into Bruce's arins,
Some barrier with which Nature, from the birth
- Then why these lingering steps ? A bright adieu,
TO THE SONS OF BURNS,
AFTER VISITING THE CRAVE OF THEIR FATHER.
* The Poet's grave is in a corner of the churchyard. We looked at
it with melancholy and painful reflections, repeating to each other his own verses
Is there a man whose judgment clear, etc.
Extract from the Journal of my Pellow-traveller.
Mid crowded Obelisks and Urns
With sorrow true;
Trembling to you !
Throngh Twilight shades of good and ill
Its lawful sway.
Hath Nature strung your nerves to bear
Like him can speed
There will be need.
Even honest Men delight will take
Your steps pursue ;
A snare for you.
Far from their noisy haunts retire,
With service meet;
His spirit greet;
Or where, mid « lonely heights and hows,»
"The Kirile is a River in the Southern part of Scotland, oa share banks the events here related 100k place.
And Bruce, as soon as he had slain The Gordon, sailed away to Spain; And fought with rage incessant Against the Moorish Crescent.
But many days, and many months,
Now ye, who willingly have heard
TO A HIGHLAND GIRL.
(AT INVERSNEYDE, UPON LOCH LOMOND.) Stret Righland Girl, a very shower Of beauty is thy earthly dower! Iwice seven consenting years have shed Their utmost bounty on thy head : And these grey Rocks; this household Lawn; These Trees, a veil just half withdrawn ; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent Lake; This litte Bay, a quiet Road Thar holds in shelter thy Abode ; In truth together, do ye seem Like something fashioned in a dream; Sach Forms as from their covert peep When earthly cares are Jaid asleep! Yet, dream and vision as thou art, I bless thee with a human heart : God shield thee to thy latest years ! I Beither know thee nor thy peers ; And yet my eyes are filled with tears.
With earnest feeling I shall pray
Of thoughts, that lie beyond the reach
What hand but would a garland cull
Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace
GLEN-ALMAIN, OR THE NARROW GLEN.
sang of battles, and the breath
Does then the Bard sleep here indeed?
« What! you are stepping westward?»—« Yea.»
ADDRESS TO KILCHURN CASTLE UPON
The dewy ground was dark and cold;
- From the top of the hill a most impressive scene opened upon car
view,-a ruined Castle on an Island at some distance from the shore, backed by a Cove of the Mountain Graacban, down -Lidl came a foaming stream. The Castle occupied every foot of the Island that was visible to us, appearing to rise out of the Na ter, --mists rested upon the mountain side, with spots of sas- ! shine; there was a mild desolation in the low-grounds, a sin lemn grandeur in tbe mountains, and the Castle was wild, yet stately-not dismantled of Turrets-Dor the walls broken dos, though obviously a ruin.o-Extruct from the Journal of sy Com panion.
The voice was soft, and she who spake
Cbild of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop bere, or gently pass! Alone she cuts, and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Take, then, thy seat, Vicegerent unreproved'
No Nightingale did ever chaunt Plore welcome notes to weary bands
«The Creatures see of flood and field, And those that travel on the wind! With them no strife can last; they live
In peace, and peace of mind.
Whose mountains, torrents, lake, and woods, unite To pay
thee homage; and with these are joined, In willing admiration and respect, Two Hearts, which in thy presence might be called Youthful as Spring Shade of departed Power, Skeleton of untleshed humanity, The Chronicle were welcome that should call loto the compass of distinct regard The toils and struggles of iliy infancy! Yon fouming flood seems motionless as Ice; Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye, Frozen by distance; so, majestic Pile, To the perception of this Age, appear Thy fierce beginnings, softened and subdued And quicted in character; the strife, The pride, the fury uncontrollable, lost on the aerial heights of the Crusades!
«For why ?-because the good old Rule
power, And they should keep who can.
« A lesson that is quickly learned, A signal this which all can see! Thus nothing here provokes the Strong
To wanton cruelty.
« All freakishness of mind is checked ; He tamed, who foolishly aspires; While to the measure of his might
Each fashions his desires.
ROB ROY'S GRAVE.
The History of Rob Roy is sufticiently known; his Grave is near the
bead of Loch hetteride, in one of those small pin fold-like Burialbraods, of neglected and desolale appearance, wbich the Traeller moets with in the lighlands of Scotlaod.
« All kinds, and Creatures, stand and fall By strength of prowess or of wit: *T is God's appointment who must sway
And who is to submit.
« Oh! green,» said I, « are Yarrow's llolms,
CASTLE. DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord ! Whom mere despite of heart could so far please, And love of havoc (for with such disease Fame taxes him) that he could send forth word To level with the dust a noble horde, A brotherhood of venerable Trees, Leaving an ancient Dome, and Towers like these, Beggared and outraged !- Many hearts deplored The fate of those old Trees; and oft with pain The Traveller, at this day, will stop and gaze On wrongs, which Nature scarcely seems to heed : For sheltered places, bosoms, nooks, and bays, And the pure mountains, and the gentle Twecd, And the green silent pastures, yet remain.
« Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
Seo Jamilton's Ballad, as above.