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But redder yet that light shall glow,
On Linden's bills of stained snow ;
And bloodier yet the torrent flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

'Tis morn ;
but scarce yon

level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun

Shout in their sulphurous canopy.

The combat deepens. On ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich I all thy banners wave,

And charge with all thy chivalry!

Few, few shall part where many meet !
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,"
And every túrf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's 'sepulchre.

Campbell MY NATIVE LAND.

My native land,-land of my heart !

O'er thee yet lingers memory's spelt; And though from thee I ever part,

On thy wild shores my heart will dwell ; For there, in youth's bright dawn, I wove The sweet—the glittering dream of love.

My native land, my happy home !

Endeared by friendship's holy tie, To other brighter realms I roam,

But far behind is love's deep sigh; And feeling's burning, magic wand, Will conjure up my native land.

My native land,-my earthly heaven!

My heart yet lingers on thy shore ; And though misfortune's blast be driven,

And ruin's wild o'erwhelming roar On this lone heart may lower a while, A thought of thee will light Hope's smile.

My native land,-proud freedom's land!

The burning tears yet dim my eyes,
As from thy towering mountain strand

On the fleet breeze the vessel Aies,
And tears, for ever, from my sight,
That home which love with joy did light.

My native land, land of the brave !

Where Bruce—where Wallace fought and bled !. Who fearless stemmed the

gory wave Of tyranny,—who dauntless led Proud freedom's ranks, till, blazing high O'er Scotia's bills, gleamed Victory.

'Twas on thy shores bright Fancy's fire

First gleamed like lightning o'er the deep ;,
And kindled maddening wild desire,

To emulate their fame who sleep
In victory's shroud,whose red right hand.
From slavery freed my native land. .

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The glow of heaven doth brighter gleam,

Dear Scotia ! on thy'mountain strand,
And lovelier on my soul doth beam

That sun which gilds my native land !
For love and joy still linger there
The future teems with dark despair !

E'en Hope was gone when thy loved shore

Receded from my eager view : Her torch she dashed amid the roar

Of Ocean's waves! Her last adieu Yet in my ear doth lingering dwell! My native land, farewell 1-farewell!

Anon.

LOCHIEL'S WARNING.

Lochiel ! Lochiel I beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight; They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown; Woe, woe, to the riders that trample them down! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.' But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far? 'Tis thine, oh Glenullin 1 whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning : no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.

Weep, Albin! to death and captivity led !
Oh weep! but thy tears cannot number the dead;,;
For a merciless sword on Oulloden shall wave,
Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave. {

Lochiêl, Lochiel,"beware of the day!
For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
But man cannot cover what God would reveal :
Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.

Campbell

DREAMS.

Ob, man ! before thy feverish brain

What thousand visions rise,
Like colours on the evening main,

Each loveliest-till it dies.
First, bends the burning heart of youth

Before some heart untried;
Deems like its own a 'stranger's truth,

And scorns the world beside !
Then life is one enchanted dream,

The hours too swift roll on;

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