LURD) OLLIN'S DAUGITER.

For sora dimay'd, through storm and shade,

Hiscill he dil discover:
One lovely land die sir told for aid,

And one was round her lover.

** Come back! comme lak!” he cried in grief,

" Across this stormy water:
And Til forrive your lic:land chief,

My daughter!. -oh my daughter!"

'Twas riil:- the loudl waves lash'd the shore,

Return or all sein:-
The waters wl] went oer his child,

And he was left lamenting.

A BABY was sleeping, its mother was weeping,

For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;.
And the tempest was swelling round the fisherman's dwelling,

And she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh! come back to me."

Her beads while she number'd, the baby still slumber'd,

And smiled in her face while she bended her knee: “Oh! bless'd be that warning, my child, thy sleep adorning,

For I know that the angels are whisp’ring with thee.

And while they are keeping bright watch o'er thy sleeping,

Oh! pray to them softly, my baby, with me,
And say thou wouldst rather they'd watch'd o'er thy father,

For I know that the angels are whisp’ring with thec.”

The dawn of the morning saw Dermot returning,

And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see,
And closely caressing her child, with a blessing,

Said, “I knew that the angels were whisp’ring with thee."

Next morn, a storm came on at four,

At six, the elements in motion Plunged me and three poor sailors more

Headlong within the foaming ocean. Poor wretches! they soon found their graves ;

For me—it may be only fancyBut Love seem'd to forbid the waves

To snatch me from the arms of Nancy !