SONG 'O, TELL me, Harper, wherefore flow Where none may list their melody? Screams chorus to thy minstrelsy?' 'No, not to these, for they have rest, But those for whom I pour the lay, day, Could screen from treacherous cruelty. 'Their flag was furled and mute their drum, The very household dogs were dumb, His blithest notes the piper plied, The hand that mingled in the meal The friendly hearth which warmed that hand At midnight armed it with the brand That bade destruction's flames expand Their red and fearful blazonry. 409 'Then woman's shriek was heard in vain, Nor infancy's unpitied plain, More than the warrior's groan, could gain 'Long have my harp's best notes been gone, Few are its strings and faint their tone, They can but sound in desert lone Their gray-haired master's misery. Were each gray hair a minstrel string, Each chord should imprecations fling, Till startled Scotland loud should ring, "Revenge for blood and treachery !"' Yet again fill the wine-cup and change the sad measure, The rites of our grief and our gratitude paid, To our Prince, to our Heroes, devote the bright treasure, The wisdom that planned, and the zeal that obeyed! Fill WELLINGTON's cup till it beam like his glory, Forget not our own brave DALHOUSIE and GREME; A thousand years hence hearts shall bound at their story, And hallow the goblet that flows to their fame. LINES ADDRESSED TO RANALD MACDONALD, ESQ., OF STAFFA These lines were written in the album kept at the Sound of Ulva Inn, in the month of August, 1814. STAFFA, sprung from high Macdonald, PHAROS LOQUITUR Robert Stevenson, grandfather of Robert Louis Stevenson, built, amongst others, the Bell Rock Lighthouse. Scott visited the place with Stevenson and the commissioners, July 30, 1814 and wrote these lines in the album kept there. FAR in the bosom of the deep, LETTER IN VERSE ON THE VOYAGE WITH THE COMMISSIONERS OF NORTHERN LIGHTS during those happy six weeks, I have recov 'Of the letters which Scott wrote to his friends ered only one, and it is, thanks to the leisure of the yacht, in verse. The strong and easy heroics of the first section prove, I think, that Mr. Canning did not err when he told him that if he chose he might emulate even Dryden's command of that noble measure; and the dancing anapasts of the second show that he could with equal facility have rivalled the gay graces |