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THE SOLDIER'S DREAM,
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array
Far, far I had roam’d on a desolate track: 'Twas Autumn,-and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore
From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o’er,
And my wife sobb’d aloud in her fulness of heart.
“Stay, stay with us,-rest! thou art weary and worn!"--
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay; But sorrow return’d with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming car melted away.
As I came in by Inverness,
The simmer sun was sinking down. () there I saw the weel-faur'd lass,
And she was greeting through the town. The grey-hair'd men were a' i' the streets,
And auld dames crying (sad to see!) “ The flower o' the lads of Inverness
Lie dead upon ('ulloden-lee!"
THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.
“ He trysted me o' love yestreen,
Of love-tokens he gave me three; * But he's faulded i' the arms o'weir,
O ne'er again to think o' me! The forest flowers shall be my bed,
My food shall be the wild berrie; The fa' o' the leaf shall co'er me cauld,
And wauken'd again I winna be !"
O weep, 0 weep, ye Scottish dames,
Weep till ye blin' ae mither’s ee;
But naked corses sad to see!
Trees sprout, flowers spring, and birds sing hie; But O! what spring can raise them up,
That lie on dread Culloden-lee?
The hand o' God hung heavy here,
And lightly touch'd foul tyrannie; It struck the righteous to the ground,
And lifted the destroyer hie. “ But there's a day," quo' my God in prayer,
“When righteousness shall bear the gree; I'll rake the wicked low i' the dust,
And wauken in bliss the gude man's ee!”