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19. DEAD DUNDEE
SOUND the fife, and cry
the Lo! we bring with us the heroslogan
Lo! we bring the conquering Let the pibroch shake the air
Graeme, With its wild triumphal music, Crowned as but becomes a victor
Worthy of the freight we bear. From the altar of his fame; Let the ancient hills of Scotland Fresh and bleeding from the battle
Hear once more the battle song Whence his spirit took its flight, Swell within their glens and Midst the crashing charge of valleys
squadrons, As the clansmen march along ! And the thunder of the fight! Never from the field of combat, Strike, I say, the notes of triumph,
Never from the deadly fray, As we march o'er moor and lea ! Was a nobler trophy carried Is there any here will venture
Than we bring with us to-day ; To bewail our dead Dundee ? Never, since the valiant Douglas Let the widows of the traitors
On his dauntless bosom bore Weep until their eyes are dim! Good King Robert's heart—the
full well for priceless
W. E. AYTOUN (The Burial March of Dundee).
Why look the distant mountains
So gloomy and so drear ?
Or is the tempest near ?
Is there, nor wind nor rain'Tis Charon that is passing by,
With all his gloomy train.
They totter by his side ;
And earnestly they pray-
O Charon! halt, we pray thee,
Beside some little town,
Where the waters wimple down !
The young the disc will fling, And the tender little children
Pluck flowers beside the spring.' 'I will not stay my journey,
Nor halt by any town, Near any sparkling fountain,
Where the waters wimple down: The mothers coming to the well Would know the babes they
bore, The wives would clasp their hus
bands, Nor could I part them more.'
W. E. AYTOUN.
21. THE WORLD'S A BUBBLE
Less than a span :
So to the tomb;
With cares and fears.
FRANCIS BACON, LORD VERULAM.
22. LUCIFER'S SONG Thou hast more music in thy | Go, search through Heaven-the voice
sweetest smile Than to the spheres is given, That lightens there is thine ; And more temptations on thy lips And through hell's burning darkThan lost the angels Heaven.
ness breaks Thou hast more brightness in thine No frown so fell as mine. eyes
One smile-'twill light, one tearThan all the stars which burn,
'twill cool ; More dazzling art thou than the These will be more to me throne
Than all the wealth of all the worlds, We fallen dared to spurn.
Or boundless power could be.
P. J. BAILEY (Festus).
23. WE LIVE IN DEEDS
P. J. BAILEY (Festus).
24. FISHERMAN'S SONG
Push bravely, mates! Our guiding star
25. LIFE! I KNOW NOT WHAT THOU ART
LIFE! I know not what thou art,
Life! we've been long together
Choose thine own time;
A. L. BARBAULD.
26. SPRING SWEET daughter of a rough and Sweet is thy reign, but short: the stormy sire,
red dogstar Hoar Winter's blooming child, Shall scorch thy tresses; and the delightful Spring!
mower's scythe Whose unshorn locks with leaves Thy greens, thy flowerets all, And swelling buds
Remorseless shall destroy. crowned; From the green islands of eternal Reluctant shall I bid thee then youth
farewell; (Crowned with fresh blooms, and For 0! not all that Autumn's lap ever-springing shade)
contains, Turn, hither turn thy step, Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,
O thou, whose powerful voice, Can aught for thee atone,
Fair Spring! whose simplest proOr Lydian flute, can soothe the mise more delights, madding winds,
Than all their largest wealth, and And through the stormy deep through the heart Breathe thy own tender calm. Each joy and new-born hope
With softest influence breathes. A. L. BARBAULD (Ode to Spring).
27. AS I LAYE A-THYNKYNGE
The last lines of · Thomas Ingoldsby'
There came a noble Knyghte,
Free and gaye ;
There seemed a crimson plain,
A lovely Mayde came bye,
And a vowe ;
No more a youth was there,
There came a lovely Childe,
On his sire ;
That joyous smile was gone,
As I laye a-thynkynge, the golden sun was sinking,
With a thousand glorious dyes,
As to her nest;
Follow, follow me away,
R. H. BARHAM.
28. AULD ROBIN GRAY
WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, when the cows come hame,