710 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1810. 



No fond regret must Norman know ; 

 "When bursts Clan-Alpine on the foe. 

 His heart must be like bended bow, 

 His foot like arrow free, Mary ! 



A time will come with feeling fraught ! 

 For, if I fall in battle fought, 

 Thy hapless lover's dying thought 



Shall be a thought on thee, Mary. 

 And if return'd from conquer'd foes. 

 How blithely will the evening close. 

 How sweet the linnet sing repose 



To my young bride and me, Mary ! 



FAREWELL ADDRESS 



TO THE 



HARP OF THE NORTH. 



[^From the same."} 



Harp of the North, farewell ! The hills grow dark. 



On purple peaks a deeper shade descending ; 

 In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, 



The deer, half seen, are to the covert wending. 

 Resume thy wizard elm ! the fountain lending. 



And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy ; 

 Thy numbers sweet with Nature's vespers blending, 



"With distant echo from the fold and lea. 

 And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee, 



Yet once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! 



Yet once again, forgive my feeble sway, 

 And little reck I if the censure sharp 



May idly cavil at an idle lay. 

 Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way, 



Through secret woes the world has never known, 

 When on the weary night dawned wearier day, 



And bitterer was the jgrief devour'd alone: 

 That I o'erlive such woes, Enchantress ! is thine own. 



Hark ! as my lingering footsteps slow retire, 

 Some Spirit of the Air has wak'd thy string ! 



'Tis now a Seraph bold, with touch of fire, 

 'Tis now the brush of Fairy's frolic wing. 



