"Stranger, I fled the home of grief,
At Connocht Moran's tomb to fall.
I found the helmet of my chief,
His bow still hanging on our wall,
And took it down, and vowed to rove
This desert place a huntress bold;
Nor would I change my buried love
For any heart of living mould.
No! for I am a hero's child;

I'll hunt my quarry in the wild;
And still my home this mansion make,
Of all unheeded and unheeding;
And cherish, for my warrior's sake,

The flower of love lies bleeding."

lew;

"Lang have I journeyed the world wide," A meek and reverend fere replied; "Baith night and day I have watched the fair Eident a thousand years and mair.

I have watched o'er ilk degree,

Never, since the banquet of time,
Found I a virgin in her prime,
Till late this bonny maiden I saw,
As spotless as the morning snaw.
Full twenty years she has lived as free

As the spirits that sojourn in this countrye.

I have brought her away frae the snares of men,
That sin or death she may never ken."

They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair;
They kissed her cheek, and they kemed her hair;
And round came many a blooming fere,
Saying, "Bonny Kilmeny, ye 're welcome here;
Women are freed of the littand scorn;
O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born!
Now shall the land of the spirits see,

Now shall it ken, what a woman may be!

Many a lang year in sorrow and pain,

Many a lang year through the world we 've gane,
Commissioned to watch fair womankind,

For it's they who nurice the immortal mind.

We have watched their steps as the dawning shone,

And deep in the greenwood walks alone;

By lily bower and silken bed

The viewless tears have o'er them shed;

Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep,

Or left the couch of love to weep.

We have seen! we have seen! but the time must come,

And the angels will weep at the day of doom!

"O, would the fairest of mortal kind

Aye keep the holy truths in mind,