GLENARA In silence they reach'd, over mountain and moor, To a heath when the oak-tree grew lonely and hoar; "Now here let us place the grey stone of her cairn; Why speak ye no word?" said Glenara the stern. "And tell me, I charge you, ye clan of my spouse! Why fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows?" So spake the rude chieftain. No answer is made. But each mantle unfolding, a dagger display'd. "I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her shroud," Cried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud; "And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem. Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream." Oh! pale grew the cheek of that chieftain, I ween, When the shroud was unclosed, and no lady was seen; GLENARA When a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn 'Twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn: "I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her grief, I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief; On a rock of the ocean fair Ellen did seem. Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!" In dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground, And the desert reveal'd where his lady was found; From a rock of the ocean that beauty is borne Now joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lorn! DONALD AND FLORA CIV DONALD AND FLORA (HECTOR MACNEILL) WHEN merry hearts were gay, Loose flowed her yellow hair, "Loud howls the stormy West, Twice twelve long months are o'er, You promised to fight no more, But meet me in Mora. "Where now is Donald dear?' Maids cry with taunting sneer; 'Say, is he still sincere To his loved Flora?' DONALD AND FLORA Parents upbraid my moan, Each heart is turn'd to stone: Ah, Flora! thou'rt now alone, Friendless in Mora! "Come, then, O come away! "Never, ah! wretched fair!" He sent me to soothe thy woe, "Well fought our gallant men On Saratoga's plain; Thrice fled the hostile train From British glory. DONALD AND FLORA But, ah! though our foes did flee, Youth, love, and loyalty Fell far from Mora. "Here, take this love-wrought plaid,' Donald, expiring, said; 'Give it to yon dear maid Mute stood the trembling fair, |