'Twas thou that from the whelming wave My sinking soul redeemed; 'Twas thou that o'er destruction's storm A calming radiance beamed. ON VISITING MELROSE, AFTER AN ABSENCE OF SIXTEEN YEARS. YON setting sun, that slowly disappears, Gleams a memento of departed years: Aye, many a year is gone, and many a friend, Since here I saw the autumn sun descend. Ah! one is gone, whose hand was locked in mine, One lingering cadence of her varied strain. Alas! I heard that melting voice decay, THE WILD DUCK AND HER BROOD. How calm that little lake! no breath of wind THE WILD DUCK AND HER BROOD. Yon revel rout of men, and boys, and dogs, 119 |