CANTO SECOND

THE ISLAND

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Ar morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay,
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
Of life reviving, with reviving day;

And while yon little bark glides down the bay,
Wafting the stranger on his way again,

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Morn's genial influence roused a minstrel gray, And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain, Mixed with the sounding harp, O white-haired Allan-bane!

4. reviving . . . reviving. The first reviving is the infinitive, complement of feel; the second reviving is the participle, qualifying day.

7. roused. Past tense; while glides, in the dependent clause of time, is present tense. a minstrel gray. The Highland chieftains retained, to a late period, a bard or minstrel in their service, as a family officer. He had frequently intrusted to him the education of the children of his chief. He celebrated in verse the triumphs of the clan, and sang these effusions for the entertainment of the lord and his guests. Originally these bards held a position of honor, and were much respected; but as their calling was generally exercised over their cups, and often in low company, the office gradually fell into disrepute.

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SONG

'Not faster yonder rowers' might Flings from their oars the spray, Not faster yonder rippling bright,

That tracks the shallop's course in light,

Than men from memory erase

The benefits of former days;

Then, stranger, go! good speed the while,

Nor think again of the lonely isle.

'High place to thee in royal court,

High place in battled line,

Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport!

Where beauty sees the brave resort,

The honored meed be thine!

True be thy sword, thy friend sincere,

Thy lady constant, kind, and dear,

And lost in love's and friendship's smile
Be memory of the lonely isle!

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SONG CONTINUED

'But if beneath yon southern sky

A plaided stranger roam,

Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh,

And sunken cheek and heavy eye,

Pine for his Highland home;

23. meed, reward.

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Then, warrior, then be thine to show

The care that soothes a wanderer's woe;
Remember then thy hap erewhile,

A stranger in the lonely isle.

'Or if on life's uncertain main

Mishap shall mar thy sail;

If faithful, wise, and brave in vain,
Woe, want, and exile thou sustain

Beneath the fickle gale;

Waste not a sigh on fortune changed,

On thankless courts, or friends estranged,

But come where kindred worth shall smile,
To greet thee in the lonely isle.'

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As died the sounds upon the tide,

The shallop reached the mainland side,
And ere his onward way he took,
The stranger cast a lingering look,
Where easily his eye might reach
The Harper on the islet beach,
Reclined against a blighted tree,
As wasted, gray, and worn as he.
To minstrel meditation given,

His reverend brow was raised to heaven,

As from the rising sun to claim

A sparkle of inspiring flame.
His hand, reclined upon the wire,

35. hap, lot; fortune.

37. main, sea.

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Seemed watching the awakening fire;
So still he sat as those who wait
Till judgment speak the doom of fate;
So still, as if no breeze might dare
To lift one lock of hoary hair;

So still, as life itself were fled

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In the last sound his harp had sped.

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Upon a rock with lichens wild,
Beside him Ellen sat and smiled.
Smiled she to see the stately drake
Lead forth his fleet upon the lake,

While her vexed spaniel from the beach
Bayed at the prize beyond his reach?
Yet tell me, then, the maid who knows,
Why deepened on her cheek the rose?
Forgive, forgive, Fidelity!

Perchance the maiden smiled to see
Yon parting lingerer wave adieu,
And stop and turn to wave anew;
And, lovely ladies, ere your ire
Condemn the heroine of my lyre,
Show me the fair would scorn to spy
And prize such conquest of her eye!

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While yet he loitered on the spot,
It seemed as Ellen marked him not;

66. lichens, a kind of grayish moss.

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But when he turned him to the glade,
One courteous parting sign she made;
And after, oft the knight would say,
That not when prize of féstal day
Was dealt him by the brightest fair
Who e'er wore jewel in her hair,
So highly did his bosom swell
As at that simple mute farewell.
Now with a trusty mountain-guide,
And his dark stag-hounds by his side,
He parts, the maid, unconscious still,
Watched him wind slowly round the hill;
But when his stately form was hid,
The guardian in her bosom chid,·

'Thy Malcolm! vain and selfish maid!'
'T was thus upbraiding conscience said,—
'Not so had Malcolm idly hung

On the smooth phrase of Southern tongue;
Not so had Malcolm strained his eye
Another step than thine to spy.'-
'Wake, Allan-bane,' aloud she cried.
To the old minstrel by her side, -
'Arouse thee from thy moody dream!
I'll give thy harp heroic theme,
And warm thee with a noble name;

Pour forth the glory of the Græme!'

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109. Græme. "The ancient and powerful family of Graham (which, for metrical reasons, is here spelt after the Scottish pronunciation) held extensive possessions in the counties of Dumbarton and Stirling. Few families can boast of more historical renown, having claim to three of the most remarkable