BONNIE ANN. Then farewell to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, To the fragrant scented breer, Even to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, O. When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie, O, Of thy lover on his bier, To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie, O. BONNIE ANN. IN summer blooms the white moss-rose, Pure, spotless, as the swan; Yet peerless as celestial-rose, And fair, grew bonnie Ann! When youth smiled round my yellow locks, When near my lovely Ann! Yes, weeping friends! when fell disease Through all her vitals ran; Ye little dream'd this throbbing heart 229 How angel-like the drooping maid, With face all pale and wan, Embraced me, sigh'd, then faintly smiled- I call'd upon my love, and wept, To film her hazel eyes, then shriek'd, The struggle's o'er!-yon chesnut showers yew FORTUNE'S FROLICS. THE damsel who roams like a bee 'mongst the flowers, And kills with her glances each youth flitting round, As she flaunts through the gala of morn's rosy hours, May be chill'd by detraction, where rivals abound: Ruffled flowers court decay Early blown-soon away— When fresh beauties range round in the garden of life, Never more will yon maid, Who now droops in the shade, Be cared for or courted by you for a wife. SMILE THROUGH THY TEARS. The debtor when stripp'd by some rogue of his all, 231 'S turn'd adrift on the world, former friends seem his foes; While the caitiff who robb'd him, smiles over his fall, And fattens, though drench'd from the dunghill he rose! Even those who were dear When prosperity's ear Only heard of your worth, nor your foibles could trace— Revile, slight, and shun ye, In misery dun ye, When the shorn-beams of favour glance cold in SMILE THROUGH THY TEARS. SMILE through thy tears, like the blush moss-rose, Thy fond heart now may seek repose, Smile through thy tears, like the pale primrose, In me let thy trembling heart repose, I will ward the sorrows that wound it. Ah! vain were the wish, such love to crave, As warmed thy maiden bosom; Ere Henry slept, where the alders wave, O'er the night-shade's drooping blossom. 232 WELLBURN'S MARY.-PRINCE CHArlie. WELLBURN'S MARY. I mark'd the calm on her young fair face, Each grief has its day:-love weep them away, Balms the drooping flower, till the sun's bright ray The flush o'er her fair face went and came, THOUGH bonnie raise the winter moon, PRINCE CHARLIE. Their dinsom pibrochs' melody, Brought the tear frae mony an' e'e, His diamond e'en, as black as 'sloes, Whene'er he smiled; the prince was there An' curling locks of sandy hair, O mother! ye maun come an' see An' tak' them what ye hae to gie, Afore the morning early: For oh! I fear hope's feeble rays, To flee before his kintra's faes, Can bode sma' gude to Charlie. 233 The above Jacobite attempt was suggested after some conversation held with a poor woman, now in the 102d year of her age. In the memorable 1745, when Charles was upon his retreat from England, he pitched his tents for two nights and a day in her neighbourhood; and the second stanza of the foregoing, describes the Chevalier's personal appearance, such as then had been impinged upon her mind, and from which description she never deviates. The fortunes of the prince, so far as they came within the scope of our centarian's observations, are sufficiently interesting, but without our province in this place. |