His brow is wet with honest sweat, And looks the whole world in the face, Week in, week out, from morn to night, And children coming home from school And catch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to the church, He hears the parson pray and preach ; Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in paradise ; He needs must think of her once more And with his hard rough hand he wipes Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, LONGFELLOW. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN to the highlands bound, And I'll give thee a silver pound "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?" "Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle And this, Lord Ullin's daughter : "And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood will stain the heather :- "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Out spake the highland wight, "And by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; I So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry!" By this the storm grew loud арасе, But still as wilder blew the wind, "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries; Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, When, oh! too strong for human hand, And still they rowed amidst the roar Lord Ullin reached the fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, One lovely arm was stretched for aid, "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your highland chief, 'Twas vain! the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing :— The waters wild went o'er his child, CAMPBELL. CŒUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER. TORCHES were blazing clear, Hymns pealing deep and slow, Where a king lay stately on his bier In the church of Fontevraud. |