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LORD WILLIAM AND EDMUND.
No eye beheld when William plunged
Young Edmund in the stream ;
Young Edmund's drowning scream.
Submissive all the vassals owned
The murderer for their Lord :
The house of Erlingford.
But never could Lord William dare
To gaze on Severn's stream:
He heard young Edmund scream !
In vain at midnight's silent hour,
Sleep closed the murderer's eyes ; In every dream, the murderer saw
Young Edmund's form arise !
Each hour was tedious-long, yet swift
Twelve months appeared to roll; And now the day returned, that shook
With terror William's soul.
A fearful day was that! the rains
Fell fast, with tempest roar,
Far on the level shore.
Reluctant, now as night came on,
His lonely couch he pressed;
To sleep—but not to rest.
When lo! the voice of loud alarm
His inmost soul appals“ What ho! Lord William rise in haste !
The water saps the walls !”
He rose in haste, beneath the walls
He saw the flood appear : It hemmed him round—'twas midnight now,
No human aid was near.
He heard a shout of joy! for pow
A boat approached the wall; And eager to the welcome aid
He sprang with joyous call.
The boatman plied the oar, the boat
Went light along the stream ;Sudden Lord William heard a cry,
Like Edmund's dying seream.
“ I heard a child's distressful scream"
The boatman cried again; “Nay, hasten on-the night is dark,
And we should search in vain.”
“Oh, God! Lord William, dost thou know
How dreadful 'tis to die?
A child's expiring cry?”
" How horrible it is to sink
Beneath the chilly stream;
In vain for help to scream!”
The shriek again was heard, it came
More deep, more piercing loudThat instant, o'er the flood, the moon
Shone through a broken cloud;
And near them they beheld a child;
Upon a crag he stood, A little crag, and all around
Was spread the rising flood.
“ Now reach thy hand,” the boatman cried,
“ Lord William, reach and save;" The child stretched forth his little hands
To grasp the band he gave.
Then William shrieked ;- the hand he touched
Was cold, and damp, and dead ! He felt young Edmund in his arms,
A heavier weight than lead !
“For mercy help,” the murderer cried,
As he sank in the raging stream; He rose-he shrieked-no human ear Heard William's drowning scream.
THE INCHCAPE ROCK.
The good old abbot of Aberbrothock
Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
Bells, belís, belís—
Brazen bells !
In the startled 'ear of night
Too much horrified to speak,
Out of tune.
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
Now-now to soar or never,
Oh, the bells, bells, bells,
What a horror they outpour
Yet the ear too fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
Of the bells
Bells, bells, bells
The spearmen heard the bugle sound,
When gaily smiled the morn,
Attend Llewellyn's horn.
“Where does my faithful Gelert roam ?
The flower of all his race;
A lion in the chace !”
Only at the Welsh prince's board
The faithful Gelert fed ; He watched, he served, he cheered his lord,
And sentineled his bed.
In sooth he was a peerless hound,
The gift of royal John:
So all the train rode on.
That day Llewellyn little loved
The chace of hart or hare;
For Gelert was not there.
Displeased, Llewellyn homeward hied :
When near the portal seat,
Bounding his lord to greet.
Aghast the chieftain stood;
His lips and fangs ran blood !
And on went Gelert too;
Fresh blood-drops shocked his view !
The blood-stained covert rent; And all around the walls and ground
With recent blood besprent.
He called his child, no voice replied
He searched with terror wild; Blood ! blood he found on every side,
But no-where found his child !