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Yet bosoms there are, O! the dearest, the best, (And may Heaven on their path shed its loveliest
beam!) Who soothe the lone wanderer's pulses to rest,
And weep with a dear and a lasting esteem. And such o'er thy doom, lov’d, unfortunate BOURNE!
On sad sister shores, breathe the sigh of regret; For thy virtues the good and the virtuous mourn,
Ah! memorials sweet! they shall never forget.
As some bark that has glean’d, as she travers’d the
deep, The gems of the Orient, the pride of the wave, Hails, joyfully hails, lovely Albion's green steep, When loud roars the tempest, and deep yawns the
So gaily we saw thee on life's summer sea
The regions of Science and Fancy explore, Then seek each fond scene dear to friendship and thee,
And breathe thy last sigh on thy lov'd native shore.
When the blooms of thy mind, like the Spring met
How bright was the prospect that Fancy pourtray'd! Now faded, ah ! faded for ever, they lie
Where the green turf of Erin now covers thy head;
And Friendship his fond ineffectual care
Bewails, as he lingers and sighs to depart, And Piety weeps. 'mid her holiest prayer
For a child that was lovely and dear to her heart.
"Tis thus as we journey life's dark valley through,
Bright sunbeams of Hope oft illumine the road; How brightly, alas ! but how transient tool
For love, hope, and joy, find one gulphing abode. But pass undismay'd, O ye righteous! the bound;
Though dim, mark the vista that opens afar ! On the ruins of Time, o'er the darkness profound,
Salvation has lighted her bright morning star; And the Cherubim train their glad welcome extend
ing, Heaven's triumph recording, her loud organ blow For a soul from the confines of Darkness ascending, That has trod the lone blood-press of Death and of
Then weep not the pleasures so fading and dear,
For the handmaids of Bliss in yon starry abode, Shall wipe from your eyes the disconsolate tear, And ray on your pathway the smiles of your
EPIGRAM, on the celebrated Madam La Valliere.
Where every lover knelt to impart.
The dearest secret of his heart.
Could such a temple now be found,
Though thousands thither should repair,
S, W. I.
O RAD I Ossian's lyre sublime
Which on his 'nighted era shone,
And echoed to her darling son:
Swift I'd strike the chords anew,
Praise to Caledonia due !
Yet still that magic name hath power
With beamy shield and spear emerge,
To take these lion hills in charge;
Spreads her shaking silver dome,
Warbling seraph, sings thee home. VOL. YI.
Where giant Nevis towering high
By waving wood or haunted heath,
Or floated o'er the fields of death.
Thee the western waves would greet,
Homaged they around thy feet!
Let the loud pipe the strain prolong,
In lawless hordes let loose to prey,
Destruction, danger, and dismay;
And the Scandinavian keel,
Brandished high the vengeful steel,
When the big Roman tempest beat,
Ben-Nevis in Ross-shire, the highest Mountain in Great Britain.
+ Ullin, the province of Ulster in Ireland.
* Let not” she said “ Britannia mourn
“ Time bringeth mighty changes forth"
She sought the adamantine north;
On the squadrons eagle led,
Sheltered the celestial maid.
• Streams aloft on Morven's blast, • Lo! the restless tyrants flying,
“ Croud their gathered heap I;' aghast; " Now redoubted, now or never,
Grasp the faulchion, follow me';
“ Heaven preserves the mountains free!"
Ages on dark-brown ages roll'a .:: 1
The tide of time tumultuous down,
In doubling echoes of renown!
The arms of Scotland áre, on a Shield of, a Lion Tampant within a double tressure flory, counterflowered gules.
"Gathered Heap.” The Roman wall calea Gree's dýkë. " Roll' on ye dark-brown'years." Ossian.