She saw the plaid and the broad claymore,
And the brows that the badge of freedom bore;
And she thought she had seen the land before.

She saw a lady sit on a throne,

The fairest that ever the sun shone on:
A lion licked her hand of milk,
And she held him in a leish of silk;
And a leifu' maiden stood at her knee,
With a silver wand and melting ee;
Her sovereign shield till love stole in,
And poisoned all the fount within.

Then a gruff untoward bedesman came,
And hundit the lion on his dame;

And the guardian maid wi' the dauntless ee,
She dropped a tear, and left her knee;
And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled,
Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead;
A coffin was set on a distant plain,

And she saw the red blood fall like rain:
Then bonny Kilmeny's heart grew sair,

And she turned away, and could look nae mair.

Then the gruff grim carle girnèd amain, And they trampled him down, but he rose again; And he baited the lion to deeds of weir, Till he lapped the blood to the kingdom dear; And weening his head was danger-preef, When crowned with the rose and clover leaf, He growled at the carle, and chased him away To feed wi' the deer on the mountain gray.

He growled at the carle, and he gecked at Heaven; But his mark was set, and his arles given.

Kilmeny a while her een withdrew;

She looked again, and the scene was new.

She saw below her fair unfurled
One half of all the glowing world,
Where oceans rolled, and rivers ran,
To bound the aims of sinful man.
She saw a people, fierce and fell;

Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell;
There lilies grew, and the eagle flew,

And she herked on her ravening crew,

Till the cities and towers were wrapt in a blaze,

And the thunder it roared o'er the lands and the

seas.

The widows they wailed, and the red blood ran,
And she threatened an end to the race of man:
She never lened, nor stood in awe,
Till caught by the lion's deadly paw.
Oh! then the eagle swinked for life,
And brainzelled up a mortal strife;
But flew she north, or flew she south,
She met wi' the growl of the lion's mouth.

With a mooted wing and waefu' maen,
The eagle sought her eiry again;

But lang may she cower in her bloody nest,
And lang, lang sleek her wounded breast,
Before she sey another flight,

To play wi' the norland lion's might.

But to sing the sights Kilmeny saw,

So far surpassing nature's law,

The singer's voice wad sink away,

And the string of his harp wad cease to play.

But she saw till the sorrows of man were by,
And all was love and harmony ;—

Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away,
Like the flakes of snaw on a winter's day.

Then Kilmeny begged again to see

The friends she had left in her own countrye,
To tell the place where she had been,
And the glories that lay in the land unseen;
To warn the living maidens fair,

The loved of heaven, the spirits' care,
That all whose minds unmeled remain
Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.

With distant music, soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep;

And when she awakened, she lay her lane,

All happed with flowers in the green-wood wene.
When seven long years had come and fled;
When grief was calm, and hope was dead;
When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name,
Late, late in a gloamin, Kilmeny came hame!
And O, her beauty was fair to see,

But still and steadfast was her ee!
Such beauty bard may never declare,

For there was no pride nor passion there;

And the soft desire of maidens' een

In that mild face could never be seen.

Her seymar was the lily flower,

And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodye

That floats along the twilight sea.

But she loved to raike the lanely glen,

And keeped afar frae the haunts of men;

Her holy hymns unheard to sing,

To suck the flowers and drink the spring.
But wherever her peaceful form appeared,
The wild beasts of the hills were cheered;
The wolf played blythely round the field;
The lordly by son lowed and kneeled;
The dun deer wooed with manner bland,
And cowered aneath her lily hand.
And when at even the woodlands rung,
When hymns of other worlds she sung
In ecstasy of sweet devotion,

O, then the glen was all in motion!
The wild beasts of the forest came,

Broke from their bughts and faulds the tame,
And goved around, charmed and amazed;
Even the dull cattle crooned, and gazed,
And murmured, and looked with anxious pain
For something the mystery to explain.
The buzzard came with the throstle-cock,
The corby left her houf in the rock;
The blackbird alang wi' the eagle flew ;
The hind came tripping o'er the dew;
The wolf and the kid their raike began;

And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran;

The hawk and the hern attour them hung,

And the merl and the mavis forhooyed their young; And all in a peaceful ring were hurled :

It was like an eve in a sinless world!

When a month and day had come and gane,
Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene;
There laid her down on the leaves sae green,
And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.

But O the words that fell from her mouth

Were words of wonder, and words of truth!

But all the land were in fear and dread,

For they kend na whether she was living or dead.
It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain;
She left this world of sorrow and pain,

And returned to the land of thought again.

JAMES HOGG.

THE FAIRY CHILD.

THE summer sun was sinking

With a mild light, calm and mellow;
It shone on my little boy's bonnie cheeks,
And his loose locks of yellow.

The robin was singing sweetly,

And his song was sad and tender;

And my little boy's eyes, while he heard the song, Smiled with a sweet, soft splendor.

My little boy lay on my bosom

While his soul the song was quaffing; The joy of his soul had tinged his cheek, And his heart and his eye were laughing.

I sate alone in my cottage,

The midnight needle plying;

I feared for my child, for the rush's light
In the socket now was dying;

There came a hand to my lonely latch,
Like the wind at midnight moaning;

I knelt to pray, but rose again,

For I heard my little boy groaning.