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• The glowworm o'er grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;
Welcome, proud lady.'
He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
When our need was the sorest.
From the raindrops shall borrow,
To Duncan no morrow !
The hand of the reaper
Takes the ears that are hoary,
Wails manhood in glory.
Waft the leaves that are serest,
When blighting was nearest.
Sage counsel in cumber,
How sound is thy slumber!
Like the foam on the river
Thou art gone, and for ever.
LUCY ASHTON'S SONG
LOOK not thou on beauty's charming;
(J) HC XLI
Stop thine ear against the singer;
SOUND, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
Is worth an age without a name.
O LISTEN, listen, ladies gay!
No haughty feat of arms I tell;
That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.
• Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!
And, gentle lady, deign to stay!
Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.
• The blackening wave is edged with white;
To inch and rock the sea-mews fly;
Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.
'Last night the gifted Seer did view
A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay;
Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?'
' 'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir
Tonight at Roslin leads the ball,
Sits lonely in her castle-hall.