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Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race,
All wild in the silence of nature, it drew
Sweet bud of the wilderness! emblem of all
But patience shall never depart....
Be hush'd, my dark spirit! for wisdom condemns,
Be strong, as the rock of the ocean that stems
May thy front be unalter'd, thy courage elate!
To bear, is to conquer our fate!
ON THE DEATH
A BELOVED AND ONLY SON.
FROM A DANISH INSCRIPTION.
Can mortal solace ever raise
The broken pillar of my days;
Or fate restore a form so dear
As that which lies unconscious here,
Ah no, my Darco, latest given
Nor warn'd of all my future woe,
Nine charming years had fraught with grace
Nor sorrow wrung one silent tear;
To share each welcome and adieu....
Each word, each thought, each look, to 'tend, My child, my scholar, and my friend!
Oh, when his gaily....smiling talk
Thus shall I bid thee Darco, stand,
Now hush, my heart!....afflicting Heaven,
The broken pillar of my days,
Or earth restore a form so dear
As that which lies unconscious here!
THE DIRGE OF WALLACE.
They lighted a taper at the dead of night,
But her brow and her bosom were damp with affright....
Her eye was all sleepless and dim!
And the lady of Elderslie wept for her lord,
When a death-watch beat in her lonely room, When her curtain had shook of its own accord, And the raven had flapp'd at her window board, To tell of her warrior's doom!
"Now sing ye the death song, and loudly pray "For the soul of my knight so dear;
"And call me a widow this wretched day, "Since the warning of God is here!
"For a night-mare rides on my strangled sleep: "The lord of my bosom is doom'd to die; "His valorous heart they have wounded deep, "And the blood-red tears shall his country weep "For Wallace of Elderslie."