For mild Sorrento's breezy waves; May classic Fancy, linking O! while they minister to thee, With strength her venturous brother; For Thou, upon a hundred streams, Hast shed the power of Yarrow; With gladness must requite Thee. A gracious welcome shall be thine Dreams treasured up from early days, And what, for this frail world, were all Yea, what were mighty Nature's self? That hourly speaks within us? Nor deem that localized Romance With friends and kindred dealing. Bear witness, Ye, whose thoughts that day Of mouldering Newark enter'd; By the "last Minstrel," (not the last !) A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous Potentate. Be true, Ye winds of ocean, and the midland sea, Wafting your Charge to soft Parthenope! III. A PLACE OF BURIAL IN THE SOUTH OF SCOTLAND. PART fenced by man, part by a rugged steep That curbs a foaming brook, a Grave-yard lies; The hare's best couching-place for fearless sleep; Which moonlit elves, far seen by credulous eyes, Enter in dance. Of church, or sabbath ties, No vestige now remains; yet thither creep Bereft ones, and in lowly anguish weep Their prayers out to the wind and naked skies. THERE'S not a nook within this solemn But were an apt confessional for One ON THE SIGHT OF A MANSE IN THE Taught by his summer spent, his autumn Among the happiest-looking homes of men Scatter'd all Britain over, through deep glen, On airy upland, and by forest rills, That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it mid Nature's old felicities, And o'er wide plains cheered by the lark Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear that trills Enjoys the walks his predecessors trod, than glass Untouched, unbreathed upon. Thrice If from a golden perch of aspen spray VII. The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute; The Roman kilt, degraded to a toy COMPOSED IN ROSLIN CHAPEL, DURING The smoking steam-boat eager in pursuit, A STORM. As eagerly pursued; the umbrella spread SUGGESTED AT TYNDRUM IN A STORM. ENOUGH of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, And all that Greece and Italy have sung EAGLES.-COMPOSED AT DUNOLLIE CAS- Of Swains reposing myrtle groves among! Ours couch on naked rocks,-will cross a brook Swoln with chill rains, nor ever cast a look This way or that, or give it even a thought More than by smoothest pathway may be brought Into a vacant mind. Can written book Teach what they learn? Up, hardy Moun taineer! For the departed, built with curious pains, And mausolean pomp? Yet here they stand Together,-'mid trim walks and artful bowers, To be looked down upon by ancient hills, That, for the living and the dead, demand And prompt a harmony of genuine powers; Concord that elevates the mind, and stills. XIII. "REST AND BE THANKFUL."--AT THE HEAD OF GLENCROE. DOUBLING and doubling with laborious walk, Who, that has gained at length the wishedfor Height, This brief, this simple way-side Call can slight, And rests not thankful? Whether cheered by talk With some loved friend, or by the unseen hawk Whistling to clouds and sky-born streams, that shine At the sun's outbreak, as with light divine, Will we forget that, as the fowl can keep So may the Soul, through powers that Win rest, and ease, and peace, with that Angels share. XIV. HIGHLAND HUT. bliss Undressed the pathway leading to the door; But love, as Nature loves, the lonely Poor; Search, for their worth, some gentle heart wrong-proof, Meek, patient, kind, and, were its trials fewer, Belike less happy.-Stand no more aloof! XV. THE HIGHLAND BROACH. The exact resemblance which the old Broach (still in use, though rarely met with, among the Highlanders) bears to the Roman Fibula must strike every one, and concurs, with the plaid and kilt, to recall to mind the communication which the ancient Romans had with this remote country. IF to Tradition faith be due, The fairest, while with fire and sword When alternations came rage And feuds, where, clan encountering clan, To meet such need as might befall- As generations come and go Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Lo! busy towns spring up, on coasts But when, from out their viewless bed, And clears Oblivion from reproach, XVI. THE BROWNIE. Upon a small island not far from the head of Loch Lomond, are some remains of an ancient building, which was for several years the abode of a solitary Individual, one of the last survivors of the clan of Macfarlane, once powerful in that neighborhood. Passing along the shore opposite this island in the year 1814, the Author learned these particu lars, and that this person then living there had acquired the appellation of "The Brownie.' See"The Brownie's Cell," p. 265, to which the following is a sequel. "How disappeared he?" and toad; Ask the newt Ask of his fellow men, and they will tell Of years hemm'd round, had dwelt, prepared to try Privation's worst extremities, and die XVII. TO THE PLANET VENUS, AN EVENING STAR. COMPOSED AT LOCH LOMOND. THOUGH joy attend Thee orient at the birth Of dawn, it cheers the lofty spirit most To watch thy course when Day-light, fled from earth, How much the Broach is sometimes prized by persons in humble stations may be gathered from an occurrence mentioned to me by a female friend. She had had an opportuuity of benefiting a poor old woman in her own hut, who, wishing to make a return, said to her daughter, in Erse, in a tone of plaintive earnestness, "I would give anything I have, but I hope she does not wish for my Broach!" and, uttering these words, she put her hand upon the Broach which fastened her kerchief, and which, she imagined, had attracted the eye of her benefactress. |