Thy image, all ties, all affections expelling,

Here lures me to fix my immutable dome, Thy bosom's the spot where my soul would be dwelling,

And exile-dark exile, awaits me at home.

Oh! when but of friendship the farewell is spoken,

And press'd is the hand which we cannot retain, We seem as the threads of existence were broken,

And happiness fled ne'er to spin them again. Then think to how piercing a grief we are fated,

When the being we love, is the friend we adore, When the void in our hearts must be ever unsated,

When the web we have burst can be woven no more!

The sweetness o'thy artless smiles

Thy sparkling e’e's resistless wile, Gars sober reason back recoil,

Wi' love turn'd tapsalteerie, O.

Thy lips, sure seats o'sweet delight,

Wha e'er may haflins see them, 0, Maun be a cauldrife, lifeless wight,

Shou'd he no try to pree them, 0; To me thou ever shalt be dear,

Thy image in my heart I'll wear, Contentment's sun my day shall chear,

As lang's thou'lt be my dearie, 0.

The pleasing scenes of nature gay,

May charm the heart that's sairy, 0; Yet even such scenes to me add wae,

When absent frae my dearie, O. Remembrance broods still on the hour,

When first within yon lonely bower, I felt the love-enslaving power

Of thy sweet charms, my dearie, 0.

THE MAID OF TRALLEE.

Young Connel was gallant, young Ellen was fair,
He gaz'd, and she blush'd, no one whisper'd--beware;
Young Ellen was fair, and young Connel was brave,
He swore to her beauty his heart was a slave;
He pip'd, and he danc'd, and he sung full of glee,
And his song was of love, and the maid of Trallee,

Fair Ellen, sweet Ellen, fair Ellen O'Reily,
Fair Ellen, the maid of Trallee.

O say, can the tongue a soft language impart,
Persuasive and sweet, yet unknown to the heart ?
Can true love so soon with possession grow cold,
Or say, did he sigh after glory or gold ?..
For high wav'd the banner, he went o'er the sea,
And left to her sorrow the maid of Trallee.

Fair Ellen, sweet Ellen, fair Ellen O'Reily,
Fair Ellen, the maid of Trallee.

That cheek where the roses and lilies were spread,
Now boasts but the lily, the roses are fled;
That eye, whose bright glance the heart's raptures reveal'd,
Now dim with a tear, no more lustre shall yield;

And broken with sighs, now for ever must be
The once tuneful voice of the maid of Trallee.

Fair Ellen, sweet Ellen, fair Ellen O'Reily,
Fair Ellen, the maid of Trallee.

I come in the morn, I come in the hour

When the blossoms of beauty rise ;
I gather the fairest and richest flower,
Where heaven's dew purest lies.

Then rest thee, Bride,

In thy beauty's pride
Thou wilt rest to-night by Flora's side.

The eye I touch must be soft and blue .

As the sky where the stars are gleaming,
And the breast must be fair as the fleecy clouds

Where the angels of bliss lie dreaming,
And the spirit within as pure and bright

As the stream that leaps among tufts of roses,
And sparkles along all life and light,
Then calm in its open bed reposes.

Ah ! rest thee, Bride,

By thy true-love's side,
To-morrow a shroud his hope shall hide.

it is meant to commemorate. The following stanzas, which we have placed under the note, are, in the original, prefixed to the song, and serve very properly as a useful introduction, by solemnizing our minds for the mournful dirge.

A voice said from the silver sea,
6 Woe to thee, Green Isle !-woe to thee !".
The Warden from his watch-tow'r bent,
But land, and wave, and firmament,
So calmly slept, he might have heard
The swift wing of the mountain bird-
Nor breeze nor breath his beacon stirrid;.

Yet from th' unfathom'd caves below,
Thrice came that drear, death-boding word,

And the long echoes answer'd, “ WOE!

The Warden from his tow'r looks round,

And now he hears the slow waves bringing,
Each to the shore a silver sound,

The spirit of the Isle is singing.
In depths which man hath never found !

When she sits in the pomp of her ocean-bed,
With her scarf of light around her spread,
The mariner thinks on the misty tide,
He sees the moon's soft rainbow glide :
Her song in the noon of night he hears,
And trembles while his bark he stelTS,