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XIX.

O DEARER far than light and life are dear,
Full oft our human foresight I deplore;
Trembling, through my unworthiness, with fear
That friends, by death disjoined, may meet no

more !

Misgivings, hard to vanquish or control,
Mix with the day, and cross the hour of rest;
While all the future, for thy purer soul,

With "sober certainties" of love is blest.

1

That sigh of thine, not meant for human ear,
Tells that these words thy humbleness offend;
Yet bear me up,
else faltering in the rear
Of a steep march: support me to the end.

Peace settles where the intellect is meek,
And Love is dutiful in thought and deed;

Through Thee communion with that Love I seek:
The faith Heaven strengthens where he moulds the

Creed.

That silent greeting from above;
A gentle flash of light that came
From her whom drooping captives love;
Or art thou of still higher birth?
Thou that didst part the clouds of earth,
My torpor to reprove!

II.

Bright boon of pitying Heaven! -alas!
I may not trust thy placid cheer,
Pondering that Time to-night will pass
The threshold of another year;
For years to me are sad and dull;
My very moments are too full
Of hopelessness and fear.

III.

And yet, the soul-awakening gleam,
That struck perchance the farthest cone

Of Scotland's rocky wilds, did seem
To visit me, and me alone;
Me, unapproached by any friend,

Save those who to my sorrows lend
Tears due unto their own.

IV.

To-night the church-tower bells will ring Through these wide realms a festive peal; To the new year a welcoming;

A tuneful offering for the weal

Of happy millions lulled in sleep;

While I am forced to watch and weep,

By wounds that may not heal.

V.

Born all too high, by wedlock raised
Still higher to be cast thus low!
Would that mine eyes had never gazed
On aught of more ambitious show

Than the sweet flowerets of the fields!
-It is my royal state that yields
This bitterness of woe.

VI.

Yet how?- for I, if there be truth
In the world's voice, was passing fair;
And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time;
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.

VII.

Unblest distinction! showered on me To bind a lingering life in chains: All that could quit my grasp, or flee,

Is gone;

but not the subtle stains

Fixed in the spirit; for even here
Can I be proud that jealous fear
Of what I was remains.

VIII.

A woman rules my prison's key;
A sister Queen, against the bent
Of law and holiest sympathy,
Detains me, doubtful of the event;
Great God, who feel'st for my distress,

My thoughts are all that I

O keep them innocent!

possess,

IX.

Farewell desire of human aid,
Which abject mortals vainly court!
By friends deceived, by foes betrayed,
Of fears the prey, of hopes the sport;
Naught but the world-redeeming Cross
Is able to supply my loss,

My burden to support.

X.

Hark! the death-note of the year
Sounded by the castle clock!

From her sunk eyes a stagnant tear
Stole forth, unsettled by the shock;
But oft the woods renewed their green,
Ere the tired head of Scotland's Queen
Reposed upon the block!

1817.

XXI.

THE COMPLAINT

OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN.

[When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his journey with his companions, he is left behind, covered over with deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel, if the situation of the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and i' he be unable to follow, or overtake them, he perishes alone in the desert; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other tribes of Indians. The females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate. See that very interesting work, Hearne's Journey from Hudson's Bay to the Northern Ocean. In the high northern latitudes, as the same writer informs us, when the northern lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise, as alluded to in the following poem.]

I.

BEFORE I see another day,

O let my body die away!

In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars, they were among my dreams;