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Fatigues the eye: in solitudes like these
Thy persecuted children, Scotia, foil'd
A tyrant's and a bigot's bloody laws:
There, leaning on his spear, (one of th* array
That, in the times of old, had scath'd the rose
On England's banner, and had pow'rless struck
Th' infatuate monarch and his wav'ring host,
Yet rang'd itself to aid his son dethron'd,)
The lyart veteran heard the word of God
By Cameron (10) thunder'd, or by Renwick
* Sentinels were placed on the surrounding hills, to give warning of the approach of the military.
Caught doubtfully at times the breeze-borne note.
But wood and wild, the mountain and the dale, The house of pray'r itself,—no place inspires Emotions more accordant with the day, Than does the field of graves, the land of rest:— Oft at the close of ev'ning-pray'r, the toll, The fun'ral-toll, announces solemnly The service of the tomb; the homeward crouds Divide on either hand: the pomp draws near; The choir to meet the dead go forth, and sing, "I am the resurrection and the life." Ah me I these youthful bearers rob'd in white, They tell a mournful tale; some blooming friend Is gone, dead in her prime of years:—'twas she, The poor man's friend, who, when she could not
give, With angel-tongue pleaded to those who could, With angel-tongue and mild beseeching eye,
That ne'er besought in vain, save when she pray'd
That heav'n was nigh: O what a burst
Of rapture from her lips! what tears of joy
Her heav'nward eyes suffus'd! Those eyes are
clos'd: Yet all her loveliness is not yet flown: She smil'd in death, and still her cold pale face Retains that smile; as when a waveless lake,
* Towards the end of Columbus's voyage to the new world, when he was already near, but not in sight of land, the drooping hopes of his mariners (for his own confidence feems to have remained unmoved) were revived by the appearance of birds at first hovering round the ship, and then lighting on the rigging.
In which the wint'ry stars all bright appear,
But who is he