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"And by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;

So, though the waves are raging white,
I'll row you o'er the ferry.".

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And, in the scowl of heaven, each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.-

"Oh, haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father."

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her-

When, O! too strong for human hand
The tempest gathered o'er her.

And still they rowed, amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing :

Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore

His wrath was changed to wailing.

For, sore dismayed, through storm and shade,

His child he did discover;

One lovely hand she stretched for aid,

And one was round her lover.

"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief

Across the stormy water:

"And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

My daughter! oh, my daughter!"

'Twas vain the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing ;

The waters wild went o'er his child,

And he was left lamenting.

CAMPBELL.

L

SEA SONG.

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,

A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,

While like the cagle free,

Away the good ship flies, and leaves

Old England on the lee.

"O for a soft and gentle wind!
I heard a fair one cry;

But give to me the snoring breeze
And white waves heaving high;
And white waves heaving high, my lads;
The good ship tight and free —
The world of waters is our home
And merry men are we.

There's tempest in yon

horned moon,

And lightning in yon cloud;
But hark the music, mariners!
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys,
The lightning flashes free-

While the hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea.

LI

THE WRECK.

All night the booming minute-gun
Had pealed along the deep,
And mournfully the rising sun
Looked o'er the tide-worn steep.
A bark, from India's coral strand,
Before the rushing blast,

Had veiled her topsails to the sand,
And bowed her noble mast.

CUNNINGHAM.

The queenly ship! brave hearts had striven, And true ones died with her!

We saw her mighty cable riven

Like floating gossamer:

We saw her proud flag struck that morn,

A star once o'er the seas,

Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn-
And sadder things than these.

We saw her treasures cast away;
The rocks with pearl were sown:
And, strangely sad, the ruby's ray
Flashed out o'er fretted stone;
And gold was strewn the wet sands o'er
Like ashes by a breeze,

And gorgeous robes - but oh! that shore
Had sadder sights than these!

We saw the strong man, still and low,
A crushed reed thrown aside!

Yet, by that rigid lip and brow,
Not without strife he died!

And near him, on the sea-weed, lay—
Till then we had not wept,

But well our gushing hearts might say,
That there a mother slept!

For her pale arms a babe had pressed
With such a wreathing grasp,

Billows had dashed o'er that fond breast,
Yet not undone the clasp.

Her very tresses had been flung

To wrap the fair child's form,
Where still their wet, long streamers clung,
All tangled by the storm.

And beautiful, 'midst that wild scene,
Gleamed up the boy's dead face,
Like slumber, trustingly serene,

In melancholy grace.

Deep in her bosom lay his head,

With half-shut violet eye;
He had known little of her dread,
Nought of her agony!

Oh! human love! whose yearning heart,

Through all things vainly true,

So stamps upon thy mortal part
Its passionate adieu !

Surely thou hast another lot,

There is some home for thee,

Where thou shalt rest, remembering not

The moaning of the sea!

F. HEMANS.

LII

THE THREE FISHERS.

Three fishers went sailing away to the West
Away to the West as the sun went down;

Each thought on the woman who loved him the best

And the children stood watching them out of the town;

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