"What! give back their souls to these freemen enthrall'd? Then give them the ballot !" o'er Scotland he call'd ; Concede it, proud traitors! obtain it, thou thrall— Thou robb'd of the land which the Lord made for all! Obtain it, ye millions, who labour for drones! Concede it, ye despots, who feast on their groans !" The Lords of Misrule and their Master turn'd pale; The tyrant-eyed viper seem'd weak as the snail; The bones of the murder'd for freedom came forth From their far-sever'd graves, with a growl like the north;* Of millions awaking the murmur was deep; And the face of the bard was like lightning asleep. So hovers the eagle o'er summits of light, * The martyrs Muir, Palmer, Skirving, Gerald, and Margarot, all died in exile, except the latter, who perished for want of bread in London!!! + Two mountains of Scotland near the source of the Ness. ROCH ABBEY GATEWAY. WHAT dost thou here, lorn Ireland's dying daughter? Welcomed the pilgrim-offering bread and water, Fair was she, and her famish'd child was like her; skies. As I approach'd, I saw the baby strike her ; * It raged for food, while tears gushed from her eyes! Why did she marry, in the land of sighs, * "I saw a baby beat its dying mother; I had starved the one, and was starving the other!" COLERIDGE. Where crimes, call'd laws, made by the lawless, named They curse God's blessings; and, with blasphemies, Lauding the madness that makes precious things, And hope and action droop their palsied wings, LEAVES AND MEN. DROP, drop into the grave, Old Leaf, Thy acorn's grown, thy acorn's sown— The birds, in spring, will sweetly sing That death alone is sad; The grass will grow, the primrose show Lament above thy grave, Old Leaf! For what has life to do with grief? 'Tis death alone that's sad. What then? We two have both lived through The sunshine and the rain; And bless'd be He, to me and thee, Who sent his sun and rain! We've had our sun and rain, Old Leaf, And God will send again, Old Leaf, Race after race of leaves and men, So life and death roll on ; And long as ocean heaves, Old Leaf, And bud and fade the leaves, Old Leaf, Will life and death roll on. How like am I to thee, Old Leaf ! We'll drop together down; How like art thou to me, Old Leaf! We'll drop together down. I'm gray and thou art brown, Old Leaf! We'll drop together down! Drop, drop into the grave, Old Leaf, Thy acorn's grown, thy acorn's sown- December's tempests rave, Old Leaf, WILLIAM. "LIFT, lift me up! my broken heart Must speak before I go: O Mother! it is death to part From you-I love you so! "The doctor shunn'd my eyes, and brook'd Few words from my despair; But through and through his heart I look'd, And saw my coffin there. "You did not tell me I should die, You fear'd your child would grieve; But I am dying! One is nigh Whom kindness can't deceive. |