JAMES HOGG. A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbor, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore, Some summer morning, When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning? JAMES HOGG. [1772-1835.] WHEN MAGGY GANGS AWAY. O, WHAT will a' the lads do Young Jock has ta'en the hill for 't, Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for 't, The young laird o' the Lang Shaw And that is mair in maiden's praise The wailing in our green glen That day will quaver high, THE RAPTURE OF KILMENY. 121 BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen; For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. Lang the laird of Duneira blame, And lang, lang greet, or Kilmeny come hame! When many a day had come and fled, When grief grew calm, and hope was dead, When mass for Kilmeny's soul had been sung, When the bedesman had prayed, and the dead-bell rung, Late, late in a gloamin' when all was still, When the fringe was red on the westlin' hill, The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek o' the cot hung over the plain, Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, Late, late in the gloamin' Kilmeny came hame! "Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been? Lang hae we sought baith holt and den, Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?" Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face; "T will draw the red breast frae the wood, As still was her look, and as still was And the sig, that heaves a bosom she far: And dear to the viewless forms of air, "O, blest be ** Now shall t of the rainbow's Now shall i The sun the A borrow. And the i were rife, ⚫ mortal life; r like a dream he day Kilmeny wa born! land of the spirits, en what a womar may be! shines on the worlds bright, gleid of the fountain of light; on that sleeks the sky sae dun, den bow, or a bea. iess sun, ar away, and be sen nae mair, angels shall miss them travelling the air. ng, lang after baith night and day the sun and the world have elyc away; n the sinner has gane to his waes doom, meny shall smile in eternal b', Then Kilmeny begged again to see trye, To tell of the place where she had been, And the glories that lay in the land un seen; THOMAS MOORE. To warn the living maidens fair, With distant music, soft and deep, wene. When seven long years were come and fled; When grief was calm, and hope was dead; When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name, Late, late in a gloamin' Kilmeny came hame! And O, her beauty was fair to see, men; Her holy hymns unheard to sing, To suck the flowers, and drink the spring. O, then the glen was all in motion ! And goved around, charmed and amazed; For something the mystery to explain. 123 The hawk and the hern attour them hung, And the merl and the mavis forhooyed their young; And all in a peaceful ring were hurled;It was like an eve in a sinless world! When a month and a day had come and gane, Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene; There laid her down on the leaves sae green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen. But O, the words that fell from her mouth Were words of wonder, and words of truth! But all the land were in fear and dread, For they kendna whether she was living or dead. It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain; She left this world of sorrow and pain, And returned to the Land of Thought again. THOMAS MOORE. [1779-1852.] FLY TO THE DESERT. FLY to the desert, fly with me, Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Then come, -thy Arab maid will be O, there are looks and tones that dart |