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He spoke, and on the harp-strings died
The strains of flattery and of pride ; More soft, more low, more tender fell The lay of love he bade them tell.
" Wake, Maid of Lorn! the moments fly,..
Which yet that maiden-name allow; Wake, Maiden, wake ! the hour is nigh,
When Love shall claim a plighted vow. By Fear, thy bosom’s fluttering guest,
By Hope, that soon shall fears remove, We bid thee break the bonds of rest,,,
And wake thee at the call of Love!'.
“Wake, Edith, wake ! in yonder bay' :,
Lies many a galley gaily mann'd, ..) We hear the merry pibrochs play, : ;
We see the streamers' silken bando
What Chieftain's praise these pibrochs swell,
What crest is on these banners wove, ii' The harp, the minstrely dare not tell.):
The riddle must be read by Love." vris;
. . .. V. .. ... Retired her maiden train among, intial. I Edith of Lorn received the song, , ** ;T But tamed the minstrel's pride had been That had her cold demeanour seen;. For not upon her cheek awoke The glow of pride when Flatterý spoke, Nor could their tenderest numbers bring One sigh responsive to the string.. ." As vainly had her maidens vied In skill to deck the princely bride. se Her locks, in dark-brown length array'd, Cathleen of Ulne, 'twas thine to braid; ?. Young Eva with meet reverence drew . ]
On the light foot the silken shoe,
While on the ancle's slender round ;
0! lives there now so cold a maid,
And not one dimple on her cheek ;.:,.
But Morag, to whose fostering care
(Form of some sainted patroness)
5. VIII. BP., s..! " Daughter," she said, " these seas behold, Round twice an hundred islands rolPd, From Hirt, that hears their northern roar; . To the green Ilay's fertile shore ; Or mainland turn, where many a tower Owns thy bold brother's feudal power,