As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; And the stormy winds do blow. Till danger's troubled night depart, Then, then, ye ocean warriors! Our song and feast shall flow When the storm has ceased to blow: When the fiery fight is heard no more, Campbell. WITH farmer Allan William and Dora. And she his niece. 30. - DORA. at the farm abode And often thought, "I'll make them man and wife." Now Dora felt her uncle's will in all, And yearn'd towards William; but the youth, because He had been always with her in the house, Thought not of Dora. Then there came a day When Allan call'd his son, and said: "My son, "I married late, but I would wish to see 66 My grandchild on my knees before I die: “And I have set my heart upon a match. "Now therefore look to Dora; she is well "To look to; thrifty too, beyond her age. "She is my brother's daughter: he and I "Had once hard words, and parted, and he died "In foreign lands; but for his sake I bred "His daughter Dora: take her for your wife; "For I have wish'd this marriage, night and day, "For many years." But William answer'd short: "I cannot marry Dora; by my life, “I will not marry Dora." Then the old man Was wroth, and doubled up his hands, and said: "You will not, boy! you dare to answer thus! "But in my time a father's word was law, "And so it shall be now for me. Look to't; 66 Consider, William ; take a month to think, "And let me have an answer to my wish; 66 Or, by the LORD that made me, you shall pack "And never more darken my doors again!" But William answer'd madly, bit his lips, And broke away. The more he look'd at her The less he liked her; and his ways were harsh; But Dora bore them meekly. Then before The month was out he left his father's house, And hired himself to work within the fields: And half in love, half spite, he woo'd and wed A labourer's daughter, Mary Morrison. Then, when the bells were ringing, Allan call'd His niece and said: “My girl, I love you well ; "But if you speak with him that was my son, "Or change a word with her he calls his wife, "My home is none of yours. My will is law." And Dora promised, being meek. She thought, "It cannot be: my uncle's mind will change." And days went on, and there was born a boy To William; then distresses came on him; And day by day he pass'd his father's gate, Heart broken, and his father help'd him not. But Dora stored what little she could save, And sent it them by stealth, nor did they know On William, and in harvest time he died. Then Dora went to Mary. Mary sat And look'd with tears upon her boy and thought Hard things of Dora. Dora came and said: "I have obey'd my uncle until now, "And I have sinn'd, for it was all through me "But, Mary, for the sake of him that's gone, "You know there has not been for these five years "So full a harvest; let me take the boy, "And I will set him in my uncle's eye 66 Among the wheat; that, when his heart is glad "Of the full harvest, he may see the boy, "And bless him for the sake of him that's gone." And spied her not; for none of all his men And came and said, "Where were you yesterday? "Whose child is that? What are you doing here? So Dora cast her eyes upon the ground, And answer'd softly, “This is William's child." 66 Got up betwixt you and the woman there. 66 I must be taught my duty, and by you! "You knew my word was law, and yet you dared And all the things that had been. She bow'd down 66 But, Mary, let me live with you: "He says that he will never see me more." Then answer'd Mary, "This shall never be, "That thou shouldst take my trouble on thyself: And, now, I think, he shall not have the boy, "For he will teach him hardness, and to slight "His mother: therefore thou and I will go, So the women kiss'd Each other, and set out and reach'd the farm. And clapt him on the hands and on the cheeks, "O Father! if you let me call you so— 66 I never came a-begging for myself, "Or William, or this child; but now I come "For Dora; take her back; she loves you well;; 66 "O Sir, when William died, he died at peace "With all men; for I ask'd him, and he said, "But now, Sir, let me have my boy, for you "His father's memory ; and take Dora back, |