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The streams were of silver, of diamond the dew,
Ultonia's old heroes awoke at the call, And renew'd the wild pomp of the chase and the hall:
But was she, too, a phantom, the Maid who stood by,
1In ancient Irish poetry, the standard of Fion, or Fingal, is called the Sun-burst, an epithet feebly rendered by the Sun-beam of Macpherson.
Oh! would it had been so,—O would that her eye Had been but a star-glance that shot through the
sky, And her voice that was moulded to melody's thrill, Had been but a zephyr, that sigh'd and was still!
Oh! would it had been so,—not then this poor heart
on, '; Take the fame and the riches ye brought in your train, And restore me the dream of my spring-tide
FAREWELL TO MACKENZIE,
HIGH CHIEF OF KINTAIL.
FROM THE GAELIC.
The original verses are arranged to a beautiful Gaelic air, of which the chorus is adapted to the double pull upon the oars of a galley, and which is therefore distinct from the ordinary jorums, or boat-songs. They were composed by the Family Bard upon the departure of the Earl of Seaforth, who was obliged to take refuge in Spain, after an unsuccessful effort at insurrection in favour of the Stuart family, in the year 1718.
Farewell to Mackenneth, great Earl of the North, The Lord of Lochcarron, Glenshiel, and Seaforth; To the Chieftain this morning his course who began, Launching forth on the billows his bark like a swan.
For a far foreign land he has hoisted his sail:
O swift be the galley, and hardy her crew,
Awake in thy chamber, thou sweet southland gale!
Be his pilot experienced, and trusty, and wise,
1 Bonail, or Bonallez, the old Scottish phrase for a feast at parting with a friend.
OF THE PRECEDING SONG.1
So sung the old Bard, in the grief of his heart, When he saw his loved Lord from his people depart. Now mute on thy mountains, O Albyn, are heard Nor the voice of the song, nor the harp of the bard;Or its strings are but waked by the stern winter gale, As they mourn for Mackenzie, last Chief of
From the far Southland Border a Minstrel came forth, And he waited the hour that some Bard of the north
1 [These verses were written shortly after the death of Lord Seaforth, the last male representative of his illustrious house. He was a nobleman of extraordinary talents, who must have made for himself a lasting reputation, had not his political exertions been checked by the painful natural infirmities alluded to in the fourth stanza.]