'T is dusk of day;-in Eden's towers
A mother o'er her infant bends,
And lists, amid the whispering bowers,

The sound that from the stream ascends.

It comes in murmurs up the stairs,

A low, a sweet, a mellow voice,
And charms away the lady's cares,
And bids the mother's heart rejoice.

Sleep sweetly, babe ! " 't was heard to say; "But if the goblet break or fall,

Farewell thy vantage in the fray!

Farewell the luck of Eden-hall!

Though years on years have taken flight, Good-fortune's still the Musgrave's thrall;

Hail to his vantage in the fight!

All hail the LUCK OF EDEN-HALL!

THE PRINCE OF THE LAKE.

Founded on Erish Tradition,

BY MISS A. M. PORTER.

"THE Princess Anne to her bower is gone, To watch, to weep, and pray;

Where the yellow moon, shining alone,

Lights the traveller's way.

"Her bower is high on that lonely hill,

Where hoary ash trees shake;

And down below, sublimely still!

Lies Killarney's lake."

-The warder ceased, and closed the gates,
And the man that asked, rode on;
No more he said, but bowed his head,
And heaved a heavy groan.

The man was clad in a mantle red,

And his bonnet was large and dark;

So, musing still, he gained the hill,
The lady's bower to mark.

"T was black and drear; the silent trees
Stood tall and still around;

The long grass stirred not in the breeze;
The waters gave no sound!

But the Lady bright, on the battlement's height,
He saw by the shining moon :

From her locks so bright, and her garments white, The stranger knew her soon.

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O, Lady Anne, thou must come down,

Thy husband sends by me;

Near the Cross of stone, on the heath alone,
He lies, and waits for thee.

"For the fight is o'er, and rebel power

Hath vanquished its lord ; ›

And now his store is nothing more

Than only his good sword."

"Now tell me, knight - by a warrior's might,

I charge thee tell me true,→

If from the fight, this woeful night,

My love unhurt withdrew?

"Ah! be my bed the leaves that are shed

By autumn's hollow wind,

If in his breast my head but rest,

The sweetest sleep I'll find.”

"He waits for thee," the knight replied,

"By the mould'ring cross of stone :

Thy sleep shall be sweet," the stranger sighed, "But never sweet alone.

"Come, mount, thee here,-nay, do not fear

Though the clouds be gathering fast,

My courser's swift, and his career

Is like the ocean's blast."

They rode o'er hill, they rode o'er vale,
They rode through the groaning wood;
Till, by the glare of the lightning pale,
They saw the holy Rood:

And near it lay a comely form,
In dusky armour dress'd;

He lay in sleep, and the raging storm
Could not break his rest.

The warrior slept, and the lady stepped
His well-known form to fold;

She kissed his brow, but the nightly snow
Is not so icy cold.

With piercing cries, she raised her eyes,
And the Stranger stood by her side;
His mantle was gone, and his armour shone,
And his gray plume floated wide.

His steed was formed of the foaming surf,
Which swells on Killarney's lake,
When the furious blasts its waters casts,
And rocking turrets shake!

"Behold thy Lord!" the Phantom said,

"The fight indeed is o'er;

And under this shade my corse is laid,

To sleep for evermore.

"But thou must with me,- for the shoreless sea

Must wash each earthly stain

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And then this lake, appalled must quake,

For its prince and hero slain.

Killarney's hills, and Killarney's caves,

Our peaceful dwellings shall be,

Till this yearly hour, when its shuddering waves My airy horse shall see.

“Then in angry pomp through the waters wide,

In lightning and thunder drest,

Thy prince shall ride, while the stormy tide
O'erwhelms his vassals' rest.

"For three long days, and for three long nights, Must fear each bosom quail;

Till the whirlwinds cease, and all be peace,
And their penitent tears prevail.

"Then joy will be ours, the joy of Heaven,—

To pardon and to save ;

So let thy soul, to my fond prayer given,
Smile at its path through the grave."

He spoke; and clasped his arms, to grasp
The form of that lady fair;

She breathed a moan, and her Spirit alone
Now wanders with his through the air.