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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 !
O ! Malcolm, list thy mother's sighs;

She's leaning o'er her staff and weeping !
Thy Anna's heart is bound to thine,
And must that gentle heart repine !
Quick from the shore the boat must fly ;
Her soul is speaking through her eye;
Think of thy joys in Ora's shade;

From Anna canst thou sever ?
Think of the vows thou often hast made,

To love the dear maiden for ever.

And canst thou forego such beauty and youth,
Such maiden honour and spotless truth P
Forbid it !—He yields; to the boat he draws nigh.
Haste, Malcolm, aboard, and revert not thine eye.

That trembling voice, in murmurs weak,
Comes not to blast the hopes before thee;
For pity, Malcolm, turn, and take
A last farewell of her that bore thee.
She says no word to marthy bliss;
A last embrace, a parting kiss,
Her love deserves;—then be thou gone;
A mother's joys are thine alone.
Friendship may fade, and fortune prove
Deceitful to thy heart;
But never can a mother's love
From her own offspring part.
That tender form, now bent and gray,
Shall quickly sink to her native clay;

Then who shall watch her parting breath,
And shed a tear o'er her couch of death
Who follow the dust to its long long home,
And lay that head in an honoured tomb?

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.

The boat across the tide flew fast,
And left a silver curve behind;
Loud sung the sailor from the mast,
Spreading his sails before the wind.
The stately ship, adown the bay,
A corslet framed of heaving snow,
And flurred on high the slender spray,
Till rainbows gleamed around her prow.
How strained was Malcolm's watery eye,
Yon fleeting vision to descry
But, ah! her virgin form so fair,
Soon vanished in the liquid air.
Away to Ora's headland steep
The youth retired the while,
And saw th’ unpitying vessel sweep
Around yon Highland isle.

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