And though as swift as lightning's flash Those tranced moments flew, Not all the waves of time shall wash But duly shall my raptured song, SONG. On, how hard it is to find And sing, Woe's me-Woe's me? Love's a boundless burning waste, Suspense's thorns, Suspicion's stings; That's sweet-ev'n when we sigh 'Woe's me!' 14 ADELGITHA. THE ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded, She wept, deliver'd from her danger; For he is in a foreign far land Whose arms should now have set me free; "Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!" He raised his vizor-At the sight She fell into his arms and fainted; It was indeed her own true knight! LINES ON RECEIVING A SEAL WITH THE CAMPBELL CREST, FROM K. M-, BEFORE HER MARRIAGE. THIS wax returns not back more fair We are not friends of yesterday ;— Well! should its frailty e'er condemn What transcripts of my weal and woe In reason's calm or passion's shock! What scenes of life's yet curtain'd stage Whose stamp awaits th' unwritten page, Yet wheresoe'er my pen I lift Shall make its recollection sweet; Sent when the star that rules your fates Hath reach'd its influence most benignWhen every heart congratulates, And none more cordially than mine. So speed my song-mark'd with the crest That erst the advent'rous Norman wore, Who won the Lady of the West The daughter of Macaillan Mor. Crest of my sires! whose blood it seal'd With glory in the strife of swords, Ne'er may the scroll that bears it yield Degenerate thoughts or faithless words! Yet little might I prize the stone, From whence, a scattered leaf, I'm blown No!-but it tells me of a heart Allied by friendship's living tie; A prize beyond the herald's art— Our soul-sprung consanguinity! KATH'RINE! to many an hour of mine Light wings and sunshine you have lent; And so adieu, and still be thine The all-in-all of life-Content! 1817. GILDEROY. THE last, the fatal hour is come, The bell has toll'd; it shakes my heart; And must my Gilderoy depart No bosom trembles for thy doom; |