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THE DREAM.
In a dream of the night I was wafted away
To the muirlands of mist, where the martyrs lay;
Where Cameron's sword and his Bible are seen.
Engrav'd on the stone where the heather grows

green.
'Twas a dream of those ages of darkness and blood,
When the minister's home was the mountain and
wood;

[ Zion, When in Welwood's dark valley the standard of All bloody and torn 'mong the heather was lyivg; 'Twas morning ;-and summer's young sun from the east

(breast :
Lay in loving repose on the green mountain's
On woodland and cairn-table the clear shining dew
Glistened sheen 'mong the heath bells and moun-

tain flowers blue !
And far up in bcaven near the white sunuy cloud,
The song of the lark was melodious and loud;
And in Glenmore's wild solitudes, lengthen'd and

deep,
Was the whistling of plovers, and bleating of sheep;
And Welwood's sweet valley breath'd music and
gladness,

[redness;
And its fresh meadow blooms bung in beauty and
Its daughters were happy to hail the returning,
And drink the delights of a sweet July morning.
But there were hearts cherished far other feelings,
Illum'd by the light of prophetic revealings,
Who drank from the scen'ry of beauty but sorrow,
For they knew that their blood would bedew it
to-morrow.

[were lying, "Twas the few faithful ones who with Cameron Conceal'd 'mong the mist, where the heath fowl was crying;

[hov'ring, For the horsemen of Earlshall around them were

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fading, a kingdom of glory?

AXOX.

VERSES
posed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during

as firm and un

213 And the bridal reins rung through the thin misty swiftly, bright spirits ! the prize is before ye, cov'ring

(sheathed, Their faces grew pale, and their swords were unBut the vengeance that darkeu'd their brow was

unbreathed ;
With eyes rais'd to heaven in calm resignation,
They sang their last song to the God of salvation :
The bills with the deep mournful music were 'tary abode in the Island of Juan Fernandez.

ringing,
The curlew and plover in concert were singing,
But the melody died 'mid derision and laughter

. As the host of ungodly rush'd on the slaughter. Though in mist and in darkness and fire they were shrouded,

(clouded; The souls of the righteous were calm and unTheir dark eyes flash'd lightning, bending

(ing. They stood like the rock which the thunder is rendThe muskets were flashing, the blue swords were

gleaming, The helmets were cleft, and the red blood was streaming ;

(rolling The heavens grew dark and the thunder was, When in Welwood's dark muirlands the mighty

were falling.
When the righteous had fallen, and the combat
A chariot of fire through the dark cloud descended ;
The drivers were angels, on horses of whiteness,
And its burning wheels turn d upon axles of

brightness !
A seraph unfolded its doors bright and shining,
All dazzling like gold of the seventh refining ;[tion,
And the souls that came forth out of great tribula-
Have mounted the chariots and steeds of salvation;
On the arch of the rainbow the chariot is gliding,
Through the paths of the thunder the horesmen

Ian monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea,

I am lord of tbe fowl and the brute.
O aslitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,

Than reign in this horrible place.
I am out of humanity's reach,
I must fnish my journey alone ;
Never bear the sweet music of speech,
I start at the sound of my own.
The beasts that roam over the plain
My form with indifference see;
They are so upacquainted with man,

Their tameness is shocking to me.
Society

, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestow'd upon man,
O had I the wings of a dove,
How soon would I taste you again!
My nortows I then might assuage
In the ways of religion and truth,
Hight learn from the wisdom of age,

And be cheer’d by the sallies of youth.
Religion ! what treasure untold
Resides in that beavenly word!

(was ended

are riding !-

Glide swiftly, bright spirits ! the prize is before ye,
A crown never fading, a kingdom of glory!

ANON.

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VERSES Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during kis solitary abode in the Island of Juan Fernandez.

I am monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute ;
From the centre all round to the sea,

I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O solitude! wbere are the charms

That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,

Than reign in this horrible place.
I am out of humanity's reach,

I must finish my journey alone;
Never hear the sweet music of speech,

I start at the sound of my own.
The beasts that roam over the plain

My form with indifference see;
They are so unacquainted with man,

Their tameness is shocking to me.
Society, friendship, and love,

Divinely bestow'd upon man,
O had I the wings of a dove,

How soon would I taste you again!
My sorrows I then might assuage

In the ways of religion and truth,
Might learn from the wisdom of age,

And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Religion ! what treasure untold

Resides in that heavenly word!

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THE SACRED LYRF.

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More precious than silver and gold,

Or all that this earth can afford: But the sound of the church-going bell

These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,

Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd. Ye winds, that have made me your sport,

Convey to this desolate shore
Some cordial endearing report

Of a land I shall visit no more.
My friends, do they now and then send

A wish or a thought after me?
O tell me I yet have a friend,

Though a friend I am never to see? How fleet is a glance of the mind!

Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light: When I think of my own native land,

In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection, at band,

Soon hurries me back to despair, But the sca-fowl is gone to her nest,

The beast is laid down in his lair: E'en here is a season of rest,

And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in every place,

And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace,

And reconciles man to his lot.

A BIRTH DAY THOUGAT.
Can I, all-gracious Providence!

Can I deserve thy care ?
Au no: I're not the least pretence

To bounties which I share.
Hare I not been defended still

From dangers and from death ;
Ben safe preserv'd from ev'ry ill

L'er since thou gav'st me breath?
I live once more to see the day

That brought me first to light;
OS! teach

my willing heart the way
To take thy mercies right
Though dazzling splendour, pomp, and show,

My fortune has denied ;
Pet more than grandeur can bestow

Content hath well supplied.
No strife has e'er disturb'd my peace,

No mis'ries have I known;
And, that I'm bless'd with health and ease

With humble thanks I own.
lenry no one's birth or fame,

Their titles, train, or dress;
Ner has my pride e'er stretch'd its aim

Beyond what I possess.
I ask and wish, not to appear

More beauteous, rich, or gay;
Lord, make me wiser ev'ry year,

And better ev'ry day.

COWPER.

AXOX

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A BIRTH DAY THOUGHT,
Can I, all-gracious Providence !

Can I deserve thy care ?
Ah! no : I've not the least pretence

To bounties which I share.
Have I not been defended still

From dangers and from death;
Been safe preserv'd from ev'ry ill

E'er since thou gav'st me breath?
I live once more to see the day

That brought me first to light;
Ob! teach my willing heart the way

To take thy mercies right,
Though dazzling splendour, pomp, and show,

My fortune has denied;
Yet more than grandeur can bestow

Content hath well supplied.
No strife bas e'er disturb'd my peace,

No mis'ries have I known;
And, that I'm bless'd with health and ease

With humble thanks I own.
I envy no one's birtb or fame,

Their titles, train, or dress;
Nor has my pride e'er stretch'd its aim

Beyond what I possess.
I ask and wish, not to appear

More beauteous, rich, or gay;
Lord, make me wiser ev'ry year,
And better ev'ry day.

ANON.

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