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ANSWER TO THE PRECEDING,
AS APPLIED TO SCOTLAND.
Knowest thou the land where the hardy green thistle,
The red blooming heath and the harebell abound; Where oft o'er the mountains the shepherd's shrill whistle
Is heard in the gloaming so sweetly to sound? Knowest thou the land of the mountain and flood, Where the pine of the forest for ages bas stood; Where the eagle comes forth on the wings of the storm, And her young ones are rocked on the high Cairngorm? Knowest thou the land where the cold Celtic wave Encircles the hills which her blue waters lave; Where the virgins are pure as the gems of the sea, And their spirits are light-- as their actions are free? Knowest thou the land where the sun's lingering ray Streaks with gold the horizon till dawns the new day; Whilst the cold feeble beam which he sheds o'er the sight Scarce breaks the gloom of the long winter night? 'Tis the land of thy sire—'tis the land of thy youth, Where first thy young heart glowed with honour and
Where the wild fire of genius first caught thy young soul,
itself is more savage than brave;
say, can they brighten the lot of the slave ?
tell, Enchant us alone by the power of thy spell.
And is there no charm in thine own native earth?
Then strike thy wild lyre,— let it swell with the strain ;
IN MEMORY OF A BELOVED PARENT.
Who hushed my infant cares to rest,
Who stilled my wailing infant cries,
Who taught my half-formed words the way, :
Who strove to teach my heart to glow
Who taught my bosom pity's sigh,
In early youth who soothed my woe,
Who lived in peace, and died in faith,
O ! shade of her I held so dear,
WEEP, EMMELINE, WEEP.
Weep, Emmeline, weep,
For the friends that did love thee.
The flowers in the light
Of the sunshine are blooming ;
In the grave are consuming.
The birds on the trees
Sing as sweetly as ever ;
Shall give joy to thee never.