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III. The day is come, the dreaded day, Must part two loving hearts for ever; The ship lies rocking in the bay, The boat comes rippling up the river: O happy has the gloaming's eye In green Glen-Ora's bosom seen them : But soon shall lands and nations lie, And angry oceans roll between them. Yes, they must part, for ever part; Chill falls the truth on either heart; For honour, titles, wealth, and state, In distant lands her sire await. The maid must with her sire away, She cannot stay behind; Strait to the south the pennons play, And steady is the wind. Shall Malcolm relinquish the home of his youth, And sail with his love to the lands of the south P Ah, no! for his father is gone to the tomb :
One parent survives in her desolate home !
No child but her Malcolm to cheer her lone way: Break not her fond heart, gentle Malcolm, O, stay !
The boat impatient leans ashore,
Her prow sleeps on a sandy pillow ; The rower leans upon his oar,
Already bent to brush the billow. O! Malcolm, view yon melting eyes,
With tears yon stainless roses steeping !
She's leaning o'er her staff and weeping !
From Anna canst thou sever ?
To love the dear maiden for ever.
And canst thou forego such beauty and youth,
Then who shall watch her parting breath,
VI. Oft hast thou, to her bosom prest, For many a day about been borne; Oft hushed and cradled on her breast,And canst thou leave that breast forlorn ? O'er all thy ails her heart has bled; Oft has she watched beside thy bed; Oft prayed for thee in dell at even, Beneath the pitying stars of heaven. Ah! Malcolm, ne'er was parent yet So tender, so benign : Never was maid so loved, so sweet, Nor soul so rent as thine ! He looked to the boat, slow she heaved from the shore;
He saw his loved Anna all speechless implore:
But, grasped by a cold and a trembling hand, He clung to his parent, and sunk on the strand.