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THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear;
With their hymns of lofty cheer.'
Amidst the storm they sang :
This the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles 2 of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free. The ocean-eagle soared,
From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared :
Such was their welcome home.
There were men with hoary hair
Amidst that pilgrim band :
Away from their childhood's land ?
Lit by her deep love's truth;
And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar ?
Bright jewels of the mine?
No—'twas a faith's pure shrine.
Which first their brave feet trod ! They have left unstained what there they foundFREEDOM TO WORSHIP GOD!
1 The Pilgrim Fathers. During the per-1.. sailed in the Mayflower, and after
secution of the Puritans by James great privations by sea and land, I., several sought refuge in Hol during which their faith in God land, but they felt as strangers was never shaken, they succeeded and exiles, and longed for a land in establishing themselves in the of their own. Many of them em New World. barked for America in order to 2 Aisles, avenues. plant there a new colony. They
‘Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!
And, gentle ladye, deign to stay ! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheugh,
Nor tempt the stormy firth 1 to-day. “The blackening wave is edged with white ;
To inch 2 and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water Sprite, 3 Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.
Last night the gifted seer did view
A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay ; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheugh:
Why cross the gloomy firth to-day!'
"'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir
To-night at Roslin leads the ball ; But that my lady-mother there
Sits lonely in her castle hall
""Tis not because the ring they ride
And Lindesay at the ring rides well; But that my sire the wine will chide,
If 'tis not filled by Rosabelle.'
O'er Roslin all that dreary night
A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ;4 'Twas broader than the watch-fire light,
And redder than the bright moonbeam.
It glared on Roslin's castled rock,
It ruddied all the copse-wood glen; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak,
And seen from caverned Hawthornden.
Seemed all on fire that chapel proud,
Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lie ; Each baron, for a sable shroud,
Sheathed in his iron panoply.5
Seemed all on fire within, around,
Deep sacristy and altar's pale ; Shone every pillar foliage bound,
And glimmered all the dead men's mail.
Blazed battlement and pinnet high,
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fairSo still they blaze when fate is nigh
The lordly line of high St Clair.?
There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold
Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle !
And each St Clair was buried there,
With candle, with book, and with knell ;
1 Stormy firth, Firth of Forth.
A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam. This fine dirge is founded on the tradition that Roslin Chapel is supernaturally illuminated when
any member of the Rosslyn family
dies. Iron panoply, coat of mail Foliage bound. The pillars of Roslin
Chapel are admired for their ela
borate floral sculpture. 7 The lordly line of high St Clair. The
Sinclair family can trace its ancestral line back to the progenitors of William the Conqueror,
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.1
And lovers are round her sighing;
For her heart in his grave is lying.
She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains,
Every note which he loved awaking;
How the heart of the minstrel is breaking.
He had lived for his love, for his country he died,
They were all that to life had entwined him ;
Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Oh, make her a grave where the sunbeams rest
When they promise a glorious morrow;
1 She is far, &c. See 'The Broken Heart' in Washington Irving's Sketch-Book.
FLATTERY AND FRIENDSHIP.