'Tis said, when moonbeams are round thee gleaming, Oft by thy sea-circled base is seen A fair hair'd form of the gentlest seeming, But not for thee is she sad, grey Tower— Has lured her, comes not to soothe her pain. Sing on, fond nymph! sing thy song relieving: The heart with fondest affection heaving Ye streams, that ever in grateful numbers I marvel not it so often slumbers, When lulled by anthems thus sung by you. Here-through the flow'r-mantled meadow passing, SCUR-ORAIN, chief of a thousand mountains! What, though, in fleetness the winds excelling, Ere ends that yell 'mong the rocks far-pealing, Fain would I sing of yon dell roe-haunted, Nor would Glensheil in my song find wanting But time forbids. Fare thee well Loch-duich ! ELEGIAC STANZAS. (An abbreviated free translation of one of the Author's earliest Gaelic productions.) In vain do spring-time's many charms essay To chase the gloom in Aray's glen to-day ; The strains that there once charmed my listening ear Can ne'er again avail my heart to cheer. When that fair star, so late my soul's delight, When for the couch she soon might reach, love-led, The grave becometh Jessie's bridal bed, Well may the tears of friendship freely flow, And life to me be an unending woe. Insatiate Death! was it to make us see Are left to mourn her dead, whose graces might * Alas for Life! its frail unequal thread 'Tis thus that all too soon in death's cold sleep Shade of my love! if it indeed be true That spirits blest, though hidden from our view, An inspiration ever leading me Come then, in all thy wonted, loving grace, MAIRI LAGHACH. (From the Gaelic of J. McDonald, a Ross-shire bard of the last century.) Chorus.-Hey, my winsome Mary,— Hey, my winsome Mary, Mary, mine to be! Winsome, handsome Mary, Who so fair as she? My own Highland lassie, Dear as life to me! Long ere in my bosom In Glensmeoil I've been ; Happy hours succeeded By affection true, Till there seem'd neath heaven No such loving two! Chorus.-Hey, my &c. Often I and Mary Desert haunts have sought, Innocent of any Evil deed or thought,— Cupid, sly enchanter, Tempting us to stray Chorus.-Hey, my &c. What although all Albin Chorus.-Hey, my &c. Fairer is the bosom Of my loving one |