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RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING.
AIR.--M'GREGOR OF RUARA'S LAMENT.
I. Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring. $c Farewell, hours that late did measure “ Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; “ Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, “ Cheerless night that knows no morrow.
II. “ O'er the past too fondly wandering, « On the hopeless future pondering;
Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, « Fell despair my fancy seizes,
Life, thou soul of every blessing, “ Load to misery most distressing, “ O how gladly I'd resign thee, “ And to dark oblivion join thee ! *
• The occasion on which this poem was written, has not been ascertained. It is known to be an early composi. tion. His own sorrows, or those of his friends, at all times called forth the most sublime effusions of woe from our ini. mitable bard.
MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.
1. Musing on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me; Wearying heaven in warm devotion,
For his weal where'er he be.
Yielding late to nature's law,
Talk of him that's far awa.
Ye who never shed a tear,
Gaudy day to you is dear.
IV. Gentle night, do thou befriend me;
Downy sleep, the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
BLYTHE, BLYTHE AND MERRY, &c.
AIR.-OPEN THE DOOR.
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben ; Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
Her smile was like a simmer morn;