And doth not a lesson of virtue taught Teach him that teaches too? And if the Lady sighed no sigh For the minstrel or his hymn ;— But when he shall lie 'neath the moonlit sky, Or lip the goblet's brim, What a star in the midst of memory Her smile will be to him! THE COVENANTER'S LAMENT FOR BOTHWELL BRIGG. THE men of sin prevail ! Once more the prince of this world lifts his horn: Before the stormy gale. Where are our brethren? where The good and true, the terrible and fleet? They whom we loved, with whom we sat at meat, Mangled and marred they lie, Upon the bloody pillow of their rest: Stern Dalzell smiles, and Clavers with a jest Spurs his fierce charger by. So let our foes rejoice ; We to the Lord, who hears their impious boasts, We will lift up our voice. Give ear unto our song; For we are wandering o'er our native land, As sheep that have no shepherd; and the hand Only to thee we bow. Our lips have drained the fury of thy cup; Avenge,-oh, not our years Of pain and wrong; the blood of martyrs shed; The maiden's silent tears; The babe's bread torn away; The harvest blasted by the war-steed's hoof; Is not thine own dread rod Mocked by the proud, thy holy book disdained, Thy name blasphemed, thy temple's courts profaned? Avenge thyself, O God! Break Pharoah's iron crown; Bind with new chains their nobles and their kings; Wash from thy house the blood of unclean things; Come in thine own good time! We will abide: we have not turned from thee; Of bitter grief, and crime. Be thou our guard and guide! Forth from the spoiler's synagogue we go, That we may worship where the torrents flow, And where the whirlwinds ride. From lonely rocks and caves We will pour forth our sacrifice of prayer.— On, brethren, to the mountains! Safe temples' quiet graves! Seek we there HOPE AND LOVE. ONE day, through fancy's telescope, They rambled on o'er vale and hill, All scenes to them were bright and fair, Sometimes they turned aside to bless Some Muse and her wild numbers, Or breathe a dream of holiness On Beauty's quiet slumbers; |