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VII. PATRIOTIC AND POLITICAL 235 |
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At the starless, midnight hour,
When winter rules with boundless power,
As the storms the forest tear,
And thunders rend the howling air,
Listening to the doubling roar
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I can—I weep and pray
For his weal that's far away.
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away,
All I can—I weep and pray
For his weal that 1s far away.
Peace, thy olive wand extend
And bid wild War his ravage end ;
Man with brother Man to meet,
And as brother kindly greet!
Then may Heaven with prosperous gales
Fill my sailor's welcome sails,
To my arms their charge convey
My dear lad that's far away.
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away,
To my arms their charge convey
My dear lad that's far away!
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No. 258. There was on a time.
Tune: Caledonian hunfs delight (see No. 123),
There was on a time, but old Time was then young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine ?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,
To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would : Her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign,
And pledged her their godheads to warrant it good.
A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,
The pride of her kindred the heroine grew; Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore :—
1 Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!' With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn ; But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,
Her darling amusement the hounds and the horn. |
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