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No sound in thy desolate halls
ALL joy was bereft me the day that you left me,
And banned it for parting my Willie and me.
Far o'er the wave hast thou followed thy fortune,
When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they were wailing,
I sat on the beach wi' the tear in my e'e,
And thought o' the bark where my Willie was sailing,
Now that thy gallant ship rides at her mooring,
Music to me were the wildest winds roaring,
That e'er o'er Ineh Keith drove the dark ocean faem.
When the lights they did blaze, and the guns they did rattle, And blithe was each heart for the great victory,
In secret I wept for the dangers of battle,
And thy glory itself was scarce comfort to me.
But now shalt thou tell, while I eagerly listen,
Of each bold adventure, and every brave scar; And, trust me, I'll smile, though my een they may glisten; For sweet after dangers the tale of the war.
And oh, how we doubt when there's distance 'tween lovers, When there's naething to speak to the heart thro' the e'e; How often the kindest, and warmest, prove rovers,
And the love of the faithfullest ebbs like the sea.
Till, at times, could I help it? I pined and I pondered,
Enough, thy leal heart has been constant to me.
Welcome, from sweeping o'er sea and through channel,
Furnishing story for glory's bright annal,
Welcome, my wanderer, to Jeanie and hame!
Enough now thy story in annals of glory
Has humbled the pride of France, Holland, and Spain; No more shalt thou grieve me, no more shalt thou leave me, I never will part with my Willie again.
THE PIRATE'S SONG.
O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Ours the wild life in tumult still to range
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
That seeks what cravens shun with more than zeal, And where the feebler faint--can only feel
Feel to the rising bosom's inmost core,
Its hope awaken and its spirit soar?
No dread of death--if with us die our foes-
Come when it will-we snatch the life of life-
Heave his thick breath; and shake his palsied head;
While gasp by gasp he faulters forth his soul,
And they who loathed his life may gild his grave:
For us, even banquets fond regret supply
When those who win at length divide the prey,
'TIS GONE AND FOR EVER.
"TIS gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead, When man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
Look'd upward and bless'd the pure ray, ere it fled! "Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burning, But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning, That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning,
And, darkest of all, hapless Erin! o'er thee.
For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting
But, shame on those tyrants, who envied the blessing!
FAREWELL to the land, where the gloom of my glory
I have coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely,
Farewell to thee, France!-when thy diadem crown'd me,
Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted
In strife with the storm, when their battles were won→ Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted, Had still soared with eyes fixed on victory's sun!