It seem'd that the harp of green Erin once more Yet why at remembrance, fond heart, shouldst thou burn? They were days of delusion, and cannot return. But was she, too, a phantom, the Maid who stood by, Oh! would it had been so! Not then this poor heart Had learn'd the sad lesson, to love and to part; To bear, unassisted, its burthen of care, While I toil'd for the wealth I had no one to share. Not then had I said, when life's summer was done, And the hours of her autumn were fast speeding on, "Take the fame and the riches ye brought in your train, "And restore me the dream of my spring-tide again !" PROLOGUE TO MISS BAILLIE'S PLAY OF THE FAMILY LEGEND. "TIS Is sweet to hear expiring Summer's sigh, Through forests tinged with russet, wail and die; 'Tis sweet and sad the latest notes to hear Of distant music, dying on the ear; But far more sadly sweet, on foreign strand, We list the legends of our native land, Link'd as they come with every tender tie, Memorials dear of youth and infancy. Chief, thy wild tales, romantic Caledon, Wake keen remembrance in each hardy son. Whether on India's burning coasts he toil, Or till Acadia's winter-fetter'd soil, He hears with throbbing heart and moisten'd eyes, And as he hears, what dear illusions rise! It opens on his soul his native dell, The woods wild waving, and the water's swell; ́ Tradition's theme, the tower that threats the plain, The mossy cairn that hides the hero slain; The cot beneath whose simple porch were told, By grey-hair'd patriarch, the tales of old, The infant group that hush'd their sports the while, And the dear maid who listen'd with a smile. The wanderer, while the vision warms his brain, Is denizen of Scotland once again. Are such keen feelings to the crowd confined, And sleep they in the Poet's gifted mind? * Acadia, or Nova Scotia. Oh no! For she, within whose mighty page And to your own traditions tuned her lyre. Points to the fatal rock amid the roar Of whitening waves, and tells whate'er to-night Scenes glowing from her pen to breathe and live; The filial token of a Daughter's love! |