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Yet mourn not, Land of Fame ! Though ne'er the leopards on thy shield Retreated from so sad a field,
Since Norman William came.
Grudge not her victory,
“For the mute page had spoke.”— . “ Page !” said Fitz-Louis, “ rather say, An angel sent from realms of day,
To burst the English yoke. I saw his plume and bonnet drop, When hurrying from the mountain top; A lovely brow, dark locks that wave, To his bright eyes new lustre gave, A step as light upon the green, . As if his pinions waved unseen !"“ Spoke he with none?” -“With none-one word Burst when he saw the Island Lord, Returning from the battle-field.”• What answer made the Chief?” -“ He kneeld, Durst not look up, but mutter'd low Some mingled sounds that none might know, And greeted him, 'twixt joy and fear, As being of superior sphere."
'[" To Mr. James Ballantyne.-Dear Sir,—You have now the whole affair, excepting two or three concluding stanzas. As your taste for bride's cake may induce you to desire to know more of the wedding, I will save you some criticism by saying, I have settled to stop short as above.-Witness my hand,
Go forth, my Song, upon thy venturous way;
By generous friendship given — had fate allow'd,
All angel now- yet little less than all,
That one poor garland, twined to deck thy hair,
[The reader is referred to Mr. Hogg's “ Pilgrims of the Sun" for some beautiful lines, and a highly interesting note, on the death of the Duchess of Buccleuch. See ante, p. 10.)