ELEGIAC SONG. TUNE" Captain O'Kain.” IN life's thoughtless morn unacquainted with sorrow, How light danc'd my heart to the music of joy! No love-sighing bridegroom-no laurel-crown'd hero, Was ever so chearful, so happy as I. But ah! these delicious moments are fled, Black clouds of affliction condense round my head, The friend I admir'd in boyhood expir'd, I fly to the scenes where so often we sported, She's gone... And here, with my friend, where the stream dashes o'er This rock's craggy side, with re-echoing roar, What joys have I tasted! now sadly contrasted! The sound seems to tell me my friend is no more! But soul-raising hope, to dispel my deep anguish, Nor blame with injustice the mandate divine; A few years may place me where they shall embrace me→→→ Soon, soon may the joys of that moment be mine! ELIZA. TUNE-" Loch Erroch side." When sleep seals up my wearied e'e, "In dreams thy angel fort I see; "O! dinna leave me, Mary!" OH! say Eliza, lovely sprite! Why dost thou like a meteor bright, Come gliding in the dreams of night, ANDERSON. When freed from bitter strife and care, Sleep comes, my senses to repair, Thy witching smiles I often share In pleasing dreams, Eliza. I wonder oft, nor can I tell, Why some myterious magic spell Thus makes thee in my bosom dwell, Were not my youthful season fled, By envious tongues it might be said Nor could I well the charge deny, So all must love Eliza. When wayward fortune bids me roam, Then to my eyelids thou dost come- If exil❜d on some desert shore, Where human foot ne'er trod before, A gleam of joy it wou'd restore, To dream of thee, Eliza. Sweet peace be thine, enchanting fair! Long, long may time thy beauty spare! And oh ! may rankling grief and care Be strangers to Eliza. THE LAMENT. TUNE-"Neil Gow's lamentation for Abercairney." YE tuneful birds, why do you sing? Ye lambs, why do you play? Ye early flow'rs that deck the spring, Sweet silver stream, thy murmurs seem To suit my song of woe, By thee I'll stray, both night and day, When Anna, empress of my heart, Preferr'd another swain ; Tho' keen I felt affliction's smart, How slight was then my pain! My dearest friend must now descend Into the narrow tomb; He's gone ! he's gone !...I'm left alone To wail his hapless doom. |