X. Wild Relique! beauteous as the chosen spot All colours, and the liveliest streak A foil to his celestial cheek! COMPOSED II. AT CORA LINN, IN SIGHT OF WALLACE'S TOWER. -How Wallace fought for Scotland, left the name Of Wallace to be found, like a wild flower, All over his dear Country; left the deeds Of Wallace, like a family of ghosts, To people the steep rocks and river banks, MS. LORD of the vale! astounding Flood; And yet how fair the rural scene! Pleased in refreshing dews to steep Hence all who love their country, love Along thy banks, at dead of night Aloft, beneath the moon's pale beam, But clouds and envious darkness hide O say to what blind region flee Less than divine command they spurn; That never will they deign to hold The man of abject soul in vain Nor deem that it can aught avail Where Tell once drew, by Uri's lake, III. EFFUSION, IN THE PLEASURE-GROUND ON THE BANKS OF THE BRAN, NEAR DUNKELD. 'The waterfall, by a loud roaring, warned us when we must expect it. We were first, however, conducted into a small apartment, where the Gardener desired us to look at a picture of Ossian, which, while he was telling the history of the young Artist who executed the work, disappeared, parting in the middle-flying asunder as by the touch of magic-and lo! we are at the entrance of a splendid apartment, which was almost dizzy and alive with waterfalls, that tumbled in all directions; the great cascade, opposite the window, which faced us, being reflected in innumerable mirrors upon the ceiling and against the walls.'-Extract from the Journal of my Fellow-Traveller. WHAT He-who, mid the kindred throng The stars dim-twinkling through their forms! For show that must not yet be seen; And vanish by mysterious art; |