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Eight times emerging from the flood
Some speedy aid to send:
A favourite has no friend!
6.-THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. UNDER a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
Are strong as iron bands.
His face is like the tan;
He earns whate'er he can,
For he owes not any man.
You can hear his bellows blow;
With measured beat and slow,
When the evening sun is low.
Look in at the open door:
And hear the bellows roar,
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears his daughter's voice
And it makes his heart rejoice.
Singing in Paradise!
How in the grave she lies;
A tear out of his eyes.
Onward through life he goes;
Each evening sees it close;
Has earned a night's repose.
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
7.-LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.
A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound
Cries, “ Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound “ To row us o'er the ferry.”
Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
“ This dark and stormy water ? ” “O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
" And this Lord Ullin's daughter. 66 And fast before her father's men
“ Three days we've fled together, " For should he find us in the glen,
“My blood would stain the heather. “ IIis horsemen hard behind us ride;
“Should they our steps discover, “ Then who will cheer my bonny bride
“When they have slain her lover ?” Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,
“I'll go, my chief, I'm ready; “It is not for your silver bright:
“ But for your winsome lady:
“I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew
арасе, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of Heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men
Their trampling sounded nearer. “O haste thee, haste!” the lady cries,
Though tempests round us gather; “ I'll meet the raging of the skies,
“But not an angry father.”