Now echo sleeps within the gloomy grot
Save when some warbler tunes his mellow note.

Wi' Willie I hae waunnert here

When light was faded frae the sky;
An' kentna what it was to fear,

When a' that held my heart was nigh;
E'en sable darkness has peculiar charms
When lovers fondly sigh in ithers arms.

O! when in secret I review
Joys, memory shall never tine;
I feel in nameless pangs anew

That wretchedness for life is mine.
O! I could every human ill sustain,
But wanting Willie, comfort I disdain.

To me the vernal tints of spring
Can naught of happiness impart !

I joyless hear the linnets sing,

For hope is banish'd frae my heart; Whispers a warning voice in my decay, Come, join thy Willic, virgin, come away.

CCI

WARILY, STEADILY.

The storm sweeps wildly through the sky,
And loud the angry waters roar,
Our bark hath liv'd in tempest high,
But such as this ne'er brav'd before;
Then warily, steadily, helmsman, steer,
And we yet the headland cape may clear.

Round the light'ning wings its flight,
O'er our heads the thunders roll,
But in the storm as in the fight,

No fear should shake the seaman's soul: Then warily, steadily, helmsman, steer, And we yet the headland cape may clear.

The storm is o'er, the sky serene,
The destin'd Port is now in view,

Yet many a danger lurks unseen,
Let each then, to his post be true:
O warily, steadily, helmsman, steer,
And soon our Bark will the offing clear.

'Tis done at length we safely moor,
And transport fills each seaman's breast,
To tread again the wish'd-for shore,
And be by dearest friends carest :
Yet warily, steadily, sailor, steer,
There are dangers still on shore to fear.

CCII.

MARY CAMPBELL †.

AIR-Days o' Langsyne.

The primrose may blaw in the dawn o' the spring,
In the grey dewy e'ening the mavis may sing,
The white-breasted gowan may deck the green shaw,
And the red rose o' summer perfuming may blaw,
But the sad sighing echoes a' join me to tell,

That these sweets canna bring me my Mary Campbell.

+ This Song was composed on learning that Mary Campbell was the name of Burns'" Highland Mary," and although that immortal author has him. self pourtrayed in characters the most touching, his grief for the loss of his Mary, in the pathetic Songs of "The Highland lassie, O." "Mary in Heaven," and others, so as to supersede the necessity of any other commemora tive composition on the subject, yet it must be allowed that the present effusion is not altogether superfluous nor unimpressive. 66 My Highland lassie (says the Ayrshire Bard) was a warm-hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love. After a pretty long tract of the

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I hae seen the grey linnet aft robb'd o' its young,
Heard the sweet-melting love-notes drap saft frae its tongue,
And the stray'd lambies bleating on bank and on brae,

But never till now was my poor heart so wae,

Tho' the wild warbling music sounds sweet through the dell, Still I sigh in deep woe for my Mary Campbell.

I linger a' lanely by Ayr's winding stream,

Where my dear "Highland Mary" adorn'd the sweet scene,
Where the white mantl'd hawthorn has shelter'd my maid,
And the wild roving echo play'd saft through the glade,
But these rural endearments increase sorrow's knell,
And mind me anew of my Mary Campbell.

Her e'e was mair bright than yon star in the sky,
Health bloom'd on her cheek with the wild roses dye,
Her saft bosom rose like a pure wreath of snaw,
But the heart it conceal'd was the dearest of a',
Ah! pale weeping sorrow has rung the death-knell,
And robb'd me of joy and my Mary Campbell.

most ardent reciprocal attachment, we met, by appointment, on the second Sunday of May, in a sequestred spot by the banks of Ayr, where we spent the day in taking a farewell, before she should embark for the West Highlands, to arrange matters among her friends for our projected change in life.” This adieu was performed with all those simple and striking ceremonials, which rustic sentiment has devised to prolong tender emotions, and to inspire awe. The lovers stood on cach side of a small purling brook; they laved their hands in its limpid stream, and holding a bible between them, pronounced their vows to be faithful to each other t. "At the close of Au tumn following, she crossed the sea to meet me at Greenock, where she had scarce landed, when she was seized with a malignant fever, which hurried my dear girl to the grave in a few days, before I could even hear of her illness."

+ Cromek.

CCIII.

IN VAIN THOU CALL'ST.

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In vain thou call'st for a mirthful smile,

Morna, to glance o'er my cheek of woe, When the scorn that sits in thine eye the while, Bids the dew of my sorrows flow.

Oh! fly with me swift o'er moss and brake;
Oh! fly from this lonely woodland glade;
My charger shall speed for thy lov'd sake,
And glisten for thee shall my temper'd blade.

If e'er my soul, in a playful hour,

Seem'd as entranc'd by another's wile,
And hung with bliss on the magic power,
That ever lurks in a ruby smile;
Then if my frame with feeling trembl'd,
And wav'ring breath my bosom drew,
'Twas that the smile on her cheek resembl'd

The softest smile I've ador'd in you.