He bleeds...oh! save the tender blossom! I hear his agonizing cries— I see his lacerated bosom ! Hark! did you hear my William's call? He dwells in yonder cloud-built hall Perhaps he grieves to hear me wailing. Come, gentle spirit of my love! (If thou dost think on wretched Mary) Oh! guide me to thy hall above!— Of this distracted life I'm weary. He comes !...his god-like form I see.! That heav'nly smile forbids my weeping My struggling soul will soon be free The maids may come...they'll find me sleeping!" While summer linger'd on the plain, Thus Mary mourn'd her fallen hero ; Thus during sober autumn's reign, She nightly pour'd the song of But winter's angry tempest rose, sorrow: Wide o'er the hills the snow come sweeping At length poor Mary found repose The maidens came, and found her sleeping! Beneath yon abbey's awful gloom, Where rises many a peaceful dwelling, I visit hapless Mary's tomb, While in my eyes the tears are swelling Soft be thy slumber, gentle maid! Thy earthly cares are hush'd for ever'; Yet thou shalt rise, in smiles array'd, And join thy love, no more to sever. THE MAID OF THE MILL. TUNE." The Flowers of the Forest." FAIR bloom the wild flowers, amid these green bowers, Your songs once could cheer me, but now seem to jeer me, How blest out of measure! transported with pleasure! While echo returns my complaint from the hill, Tho' bountiful nature, in stamping each feature, I've found her as false as the demons of hell. Oh! falsehood detested!...she vow'd... she protested,... Ye swains learn to fly her, for if you come nigh her, THE EXILE. TUNE" Flowers of the Forest." In youth's happy season, when first dawning reason How blest have I stray'd on the banks of the Boyne!" But all earthly pleasures are "fast fading treasures,” We grasp them...when lo! they are fled like a dream---A stranger to gladness...the prey of deep sadness Heart-broken, I roam far from Boyne's rapid stream. Oh! why recollection, dost thou each attraction WINDING SUIR. 13 TUNE-"'Twas past one o' Clock." WHY throbs my heart when I view the mountain ? Why from my bosom escapes the sigh? Why am I sad by the bubbling fountain, But oh! distraction...misled by faction He left me weeping by winding Suir. |