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On his fresh cħeek youth's rose untimely fades,
And livid grief his hollow eye invades;
The cheerful spirit, that still upward soar’d,
Nor vanish’d hope, nor regal state deplor’d,
Now drooping o'er his wretched follower's woes,
Abandons light and food, and shuns repose.
While thus the PRINCE in silent sorrow mourns,
With cautious steps his faithful guide returns :
His fear and anguish hides in feeble smiles,
And leads the Wanderer to the Western Isles.
Ah! what avails to trace each darksome maze,
While watchful centinels beset the ways ;
To tell, how high upon some cliffy brow,
Whole days he patient view'd the coast below ;
Where bands victorious spread the snares of death,
Or count the price of his high-valu'd breath.
In vain each night he strove to reach his bark,
While answering watch-fires glimmer'd thro' the dark
With many a meal of uncouth viands fed,
With many a bleak blast whistling round his head,
Beset with threatening perils, every hour
His life in many a savage native's power :
Yet through the vigilance of Avarice past,
He reach'd secure the destin'd bark at last.
Now soft and slow they raise the cautious oar, And quit with silent care the dang’rous shore :
Low in their hollow caves the loud winds sleep, And rest and darkness brooded o'er the deep : Far out to sea they steer'd to shun their foes, Till deck'd with orient red the morn arose ; Then thus the PRINCE * : “ Thou radiant Orb of Light, ♡ At whose first smile recede the shades of night! “ When from the sacred East thy beams arise, “ A flood of glory brightens all the skies: « The constellations fade before thy sight, « And ocean rolls his thousand waves in light : « Yet shall not even thy greatness still remain, " Even thou shalt sink beneath the western main, a And leave the darken'd earth to mourn thy beams
“ in vain ! Like thee in beauty, pow'r, and splendour drest, “ Our royal lineage sway'd supreme the west ; “ With awful trident rul’d the circling sea, “And quench'd the light of lesser stars, like thee : “ Like thee, in dim eclipse conceal'd from sight, “ We sink or vanish in the shades of night : « The circling hours shall thy bright beams restore,
And bid fresh morn her roses strew once more ;
* The six first lines are from Ossian's Hymn to the Sun, the pathos and dignity of which make it so suitable to fallen Majesty.
But we, alas ! inglorious from our skies,
“ Are hurld to depths profound, no more to rise ;
“ In vain our vanish'd glories we deplore,
“ For Fate imperious cries-return no more !"
Then calmly to the will supreme resign'd,
In stern composure he collects his mind;
His sorrows sooth’d with retrospective view,
And comfort from the woes of exil'd monarchs drew,
He thought how CHARLES from Wor'ster's bloody fight
Retreating, shunn'd in gloomy groves the light,
And bred in soft luxurious ease erewhile,
Assum'd the weighty axe, and shar'd the woodman's toil:
How great GUSTAVUS, deep in mines immur'd,
Laborious tasks and wretched want endur'd;
While distant glimmering like the polar star,
The diadem allures their steps afar :
Hope, softly whispering, smoothes the brow of care,
For who, alas ! can labour and despair ?
The winds tempestuous now began to roar,
And danger darkly frown'd along the shore ;
The mustering thunders threaten in the skies,
And livid lightning glaring dims their eyes :
Fear, while the boatmen ply the busy oar,
Shakes those firm nerves that never shook before.
Serene, the Royal Wanderer view'd the scene,
And read his peril in their haggard mien :
One spent with toil, his stedfast eyes explore,
Then from the breathless youth he snatch'd the oar,
With patient toil the task unwearied plies,
Till the mild evening star arose in calmer skies *.
Now slept the winds on ocean's breast serene,
Reflected stars bedeckt her mantle green :
A safer coast they vainly hop'd to view,
And near high Rasay's rocky border drew of:
Pale rose the moon upon the placid wave,
That wont along the rugged bank to rave ;
And pale, upon a promontory's brow,
that anxious search'd the deep below,
The island Chief in silent sorrow sate,
Alarm'd and watchful for th' Exile's fate.
Suspended on their wearied vars they lie,
And hope to read their welcome in his
eye: “ Belov'd, lamented, fly this fatal place, “ Though ever faithful to thy honour'd race ! “ Death in dark ambush waits with treach'rous wile, « The victor's barks surround this narrow isle :
Thy near approach, unhappy Prince, is known, “ And watchful thousands seek thy blood alone.”
Now to the distant isle, whose swains obey In plenteous peace CLANRONALD's gentle sway ; Grown weak with want, with ceaseless labour spent, To shun the foe the
Yet, e'er they safely reach the destin'd shore,
They see a bark the self-same port explore ;
Whose gallant trim and hostile colours shew
The proud defiance of a haughty foe:
With swelling sails she speeds before the wind,
And near, and nearer still, she presses on behind.
With steady eye the Prince the danger saw,
And round a rocky point he bids them draw;
Then lightly springing on the sandy shore,
He cries,“ Adieu, my generous friends, no more
“ For me in pain you draw precarious breath,
“ And struggle thro' the bloody toils of death :
“ Here in those hollow cliffs will I abide,
My trust in Heaven, and Providence my guide ;
“ Ye try'd in perils, faithful to your charge,
“ Now wander safely o'er your seas at large."
He said, and silent sought the dark recess,
His parting steps his weeping followers bless.
In the green centre of the sea-girt isle The Chieftain's dwelling rose,-an ancient pile ; The sylvan virtues lov’d the peaceful dome, There blameless truth and pity found a home : The Chief's fair Consort, and her gentle guest *, 'Midst war's rude clamours here in safety rest ; In female tasks consume the lingering hours, And wake the plaintive lute, or form unwithering flow'rs.
* The guest was Miss Flora MACDONALD