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THE DIRGE OF WALLACE.
They lighted a taper at dead of night,
And chanted their holiest hymn ; But her brow and her bosom were damp with affright
' Her eye was all sleepless and dim! And the Lady of Elderslie wept for her lord,
When a death-watch beat in her lonely room, When her curtain had shook of its own accord, And the raven had flapped at ber window-board,
To tell of her warrior's doom!
Now sing ye the death-song, and loudly pray
For the soul of my knight so dear ;
Since the warning of God is here ;
The lord of my bosom is doomed to die ;
For Wallace of Elderslie !
Yet knew not his country that ominous hour,
Ere the loud matin-bell was rung,
Had the dirge of her champion sung!
On the high-born blood of a martyr slain, No anthem was sung at his holy death-bed ; No weeping there was when his bosom bled
And his heart was rent in twain !
Oh, it was not thus when his oaken spear
Was true to that knight forlorn,
At the blast of the hunter's horn;
With the yellow-haired chiefs of his native land; For his lance was not shivered on helmet or shield And the sword that seemed fit for Archangel to wield
Was light in his terrible hand ! :.
Yet bleeding and bound, who the Wallace wight
For his long-loved country die,
Than William of Elderslie !
But the day of his glory sball never depart;
His head unentombed shall with glory be palmed ;
THE DYING FATHER TO HIS DAUGHTER.
To me, my sweet Kathleen, the Benshee has cried,
And I die-ere to-morrow I die,
Will live, my child, longer than I.
Let me bless thee, and bid thee adieu ;
Was daughter so kind and so true.
Thou hast walked byi my side, and my board thou hast
spread, For my
chair the warm corner hast found ; And told may dull ear what the visitor said,
When I saw that the laughter went round,
Thou hast succoured me still, and my meaning expressed
When memory. was lost on its way; '. Svirisi Thou hast pillowed my head ere. I laid it-tó rest, siis
Thou art weeping beside me to-day. in:
O Kathleen, my love I thou couldst choose the good part,
And more than thy duty hast done ;
He merits the love he has won.
Look up to the mercy-seat then ;
Professor Smyih. I
Take one example, one of female wo.
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Of flesh and blood, or holy vision, saw,