XXXI. SONG. "Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking: Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, "No rude sound shall reach thine ear,1 Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, Scotland. That the instrument was once in common use there, is most certain. Cleland numbers an acquaintance with it among the few accomplishments which his satire allows to the Highlanders: "In nothing they're accounted sharp, 1 [MS.-" Noon of hunger, night of waking. And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping." XXXII. She paused-then, blushing, led the lay1 The cadence of the flowing song, Till to her lips in measured frame SONG CONTINUED. "Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye,* Dream not, with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveillé. Sleep! the deer is in his den; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest; thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, 1 [MS." She paused-but waked again the lay."] "Slumber sweet our spells shall deal ye, avail ye, 2 [MS. Let our slumbrous spells beguile ye."] For at dawning to assail ye, XXXIII. The hall was clear'd—the stranger's bed His standard falls, his honour's lost. Then, from my couch may heavenly might Again his soul he interchanged With friends whose hearts were long estranged. They come, in dim procession led, The cold, the faithless, and the dead; As warm each hand, each brow as gay, As if they parted yesterday. [MS." And dream'd their mountain chase again."] And doubt distracts him at the view, XXXIV. At length, with Ellen in a grove The phantom's sex was changed and gone, Slowly enlarged to giant size, With darkened cheek and threatening eyes, 1["Ye guardian spirits, to whom man is dear, From these foul demons shield the midnight gloom: Angels of fancy and of love, be near, And o'er the blank of sleep diffuse a bloom: Evoke the sacred shades of Greece and Rome, And let them virtue with a look impart; But chief, awhile, O! lend us from the tomb Those long-lost friends for whom in love we smart, And fill with pious awe and joy-mixt woe the heart. "Or are you sportive?-bid the morn of youth Rise to new light, and beam afresh the days Of innocence, simplicity, and truth; To cares estranged, and manhood's thorny ways. What transport, to retrace our boyish plays, Our easy bliss, when each thing joy supplied; The woods, the mountains, and the warbling maze Of the wild brooks!"-Castle of Indolence, Canto 1.] The grisly visage, stern and hoar, The uncouth trophies of the hall. He rose, and sought the moonshine pure. XXXV. The wild-rose, eglantine, and broom, 1 ["Such a strange and romantic dream as may be naturally expected to flow from the extraordinary events of the past day. It might, perhaps, be quoted as one of Mr. Scott's most successful efforts in descriptive poetry. Some few lines of it are indeed unrivalled from delicacy and melancholy tenderness."-Critical Review.] 2 [MS." Play'd on { the bosom of the lake, Loch Katrine's still expanse; The aspen slept on Benvenue; Wild were the heart whose passions' power |