AND ANGLING SONGS. 1 7 



LVI. 



Welcomed not least the dream of peace, 

 A coming period of release, 



When, like a breast of surges, 

 In the ebb-tide, the Southron hosts 

 Shall hurry homeward scared by ghosts 



And wail of fun'ral dirges. 



LVII. 



In these anticipated joys, 



Thy waters held prevailing voice, 



And lent to the illusion 

 Rose up alike to mind and ear, 

 Old Corra Linn, and haunts as dear 



Took part in the confusion. 



LVII I. 



All old delights came crowding back 

 Along the consecrated track 



Where mem'ry holds her treasures. 

 The sports and frolics of the boy 

 Stirr'd up an augury of joy 



A sense of coming pleasures. 



LIX. 



Doubtless, in musings such as these, 

 Encircled by fond images, 



The patriot's vigils fleeted ; 

 Predominant throughout thy voice, 

 Laden with promises of joys, 



And triumphs uncompleted. 



