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Awake, and know thyfelf; 
prove; 
Effay to put this wily train to flight : 
Awake, and fee with what impatient love 
God fain wou’d bear thee back torealms of 
light. 
For though with Vi@try’s verdant chaplet 
grac’d, 
Though Applet Peace, beft earthly good, 
were thine, 
Felicity’s pure cup thou could’ft not tafte 
But inthe hofom of thy home divine. 
Then, roufe thee! flumber not mid circling 
foes ! 
In Heav’n alone thou fafely may’ft repofe. 
AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH DRAMATIC 
BALLAD. 
Upon the juft dramatic reading of the fol- 
lowing Ballad, the fatisfaction of the rea- 
der will altogether depend. The dialogue 
lies between a lady and her fon. Their re- 
{pe€tive characters are ftrongly drawn, and 
are wrought by the poet with unparelleled 
art. A genius at once glowing and exqui- 
fite, has finithed the piéture. Intereft is 
maintained throughout the whole ; and the 
conclufion, like a gleam of livid light, 
burfts through the cloud of myftery, and 
difplays a fcene replete with horror.—It is 
to the difgrace of the Scottifh nation that 
this, the beft of all their ancient ballads, 
has been negleéted, andthat the name and 
fortunes of its admirable author are now 
buried in oblivion. E. MackENzIE. 
thy firmnefs 
Edavard enters into the prefence of bis MOTHER, 
qwho with furprize and anxiety enquires: 
WRY does your brand fae drap wi bluid,* 
‘Edward, Edward ? 
Why does your brand fae drap wi bluid, 
And why fae fad gang ye, OFT 
EDWARB. 
Oh, Ihaekilled my hauk fae gude,t 
Aither, Mither ; 
Oh, I hae killed my hauk fae gude, 
And I had nae mair but he, Of 
MOTHER. 
Your haukis bluid was nevir fae reid, || 
Edward, Edward ; 
Your haukis bluid was nevir fae reid—— 
My dear fon, I tell thee, O! 
EDWARD. 
Oh, I hae killed my reid roan ffeid, J] 
Mither, mither ; 
Oh, I hae killed my reid roan fteid, 
That erft was fair and free, O! 
* Why does your {word fu drop with bloods 
+ And why fo fad go you 
{ Oh, I have killed my hawk fo good, 
§ And | had no other but he. 
|| Your hawk’s blood was never fo red. 
§{ Oh, I have killed my red soanttced. 
Original Poetry. : 
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MOTHER. 
Your fteid was auld, and ye hae mair,* 
Edward, Edw ards 
Your fteid was auld, and ye hae mairy 
Sum ither dule ye drie, O!F 
EDWARD. 
Oh, I hae killed my fadir deir, 
Mither, mither 5 
Oh, Ihae killed my fadir deir, 
Alas! and wae is me, O! 
(A dead panfe.} 
MOTHER. 
What penance will ye drie for that,$ 
Edward, Edward; 
What penance will ye drie for that, 
My deir fon, now tell me, O! f 
EDWARD. 
Tle fet my feet in yonder boat, 
Mither, mither ; 
Tle fet mv feet in yonder boat, 
And T’le fare owr the fea, OY} 
MOTHER. 
What will ye do wi touris and ha, €} 
Edward, Edward 5 
What will ye do wi touris so has 
That were fee fair to fee, O} 
EDWARD. 
Tle let them ftand till they doun fa,** 
- Mither, mither; 
Tle let them ftand till they doun fay 
For heir I mannae be, O! fF 
MOTHER. 
What will ye leave tobairns and wife,t§ 
Edward, Edward ; 
What will ye leave to pee and wife, 
Whar ye gang owr the fea, O !$$ 
EDWARD. 
The warld’s room to. beg throuch life, |!|| 
Mither, mither 5 
The warld’s room to beg throuch life, 
For them I neir maun fee, O 14,4 
MOTHER. 
What will ye leave to your mither deiry 
Edward, Edward 5 ; 
What will we leave to your mither deir, 
My dear fon, now tell me, O! 
— 
* Your fteid was old, and you have more. 
+ Some other calamity you endure. 
Oh, I have killed my iather dear. 
What penance will you endure for that. 
And [ll far o’er the fea. 
What will you do with towers and hall. 
** Jl) let them ftand till they down fall, 
+t For here J mutt not be. 
t+ What will you leave to children and wiie. 
§§ When you go o’er the fea. 
||| The worldis wide to beg through life. - 
[4] Forthem I pe’er mutt fee. 
‘T2 
a al ae 
EDWARD, 
