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The ship hath melted quite away,
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
That sages have seen in thy face?
Than reign in this horrible place.
Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestow'd upon man,
How soon would I taste these again!
In the ways of religion and truth;
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
How fleet is a glance of the mind !
Compared with the speed of its flight,
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
In a moment I seem to be there;
Soon hurries me hack to despair.
Now the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair ;
And I to my cabin repair.
All His acts are with goodness fraught :
Adapted from COWPER. THE EXILE OF ERIN.
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin:
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill :
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh.
The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee: But I have no refuge from famine and danger;
A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bow'rs Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flow'rs,
Or strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh. Erin, my country; though sad and forsaken
In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore : But alas, in a far foreign land I awaken,
And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more.
Sisters and sire, did ye weep for its fall ?
And where is the bosom-friend dearer than all ?
Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing,
One dying wish my lone bosom can draw :
Land of my forefathers! Erin go bragh!
Erin mavournin! Erin go bragh. CAMPBELL.
THE GRAVE OF MACAURA.
And this is thy grave, Macaura,
Here by the pathway lone,
Over thy moulder'd stone.
Oh! thou of the darken'd brow,
Is it here thou art sleeping now?
Oh! wild is the spot, Macaura,
In which they have laid thee low,-
Over the slaughter'd foe;
And deep was the clansman's sorrow,
They buried thee here, Macaura !
And now thy dwelling is lonely,
King of the rushing horde ; And now thy battles are over,
Chief of the shining sword; And the rolling thunder echoes,
O’er torrent and mountain free, But alas ! alas ! Macaura,
It will not awaken thee.
Farewell to thy grave, Macaura,
Where the slanting sunbeams shine, And briar and waving fern
Over thy slumbers twine ; Thou whose gathering summons
Could waken the sleeping glen; Macaura, alas for thee and thine,
'Twill never be heard again !-MRS. DOWNING.
THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE.
A well there is in the west country,
And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country
But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne.
An oak and an elm tree stand beside,
And behind does an ash tree grow; And a willow from the bank above
Droops to the water below.
A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne;
Joyfully he drew nigh;
And there was not a cloud in the sky.
He drank of the water so cool and clear,
For thirsty and hot was he,
Under the willow tree.
There came a man from the neighbouring town,
At the well to fill his pail;
And he bade the stranger hail.
Now art thou a bachelor, stranger ? quoth he,
For, an if thou hast a wife,
That ever thou didst in thy life.
Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast,
Ever here in Cornwall been ?
She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne.
I have left a good woman who never was here,
The stranger soon made reply;
I pray you answer me why?
St. Keyne, quoth the countryman, many a time
Drank of this crystal well,
She laid on the water a spell.
If the husband, of this gifted well,
Should drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is hé,
For he shall be master for life.
But if the wife should drink of it first,
God help the husband then !
And drank of the water again.
You drank of the well I warrant betimes ?
He to the countryman said :
And sheepishly shook his head.
I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done,
And left my wife in the porch;
SOUTHEY. TIT FOR TAT.
A mighty Elephant that swell'd the state
Of Aurengzebe the Great,
To drink and cool him in the river ;
And as he rode along,
Working and sweating,
Frowning and fretting,
To break this plaguy shell ?
May do perhaps as well.”
So, master mine, you may repent:"
Thé driver took him to the water,
And thought no more about the matter;
With eatables and trinkets stor’d,
Where cocoa-nuts lay pil'd upon the board :
To try this method of nut-breaking; My friend above will have to learn,
Though at the cost of a head-aching."
He laid a blow so hard and full,