24 THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE. 1 This is perhaps the finest war-song in the English language. It was composed when a war with Russia seemed ready to break out. The patriotic feeling that breathed throughout it and The Battle of the Baltic, procured for Campbell a pension of £200 a year. 2 Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell. 'Blake was the first of that noble race of sailors of whom Nelson is 3 Bulwarks, defences, fortifications. THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE. Stay, lady! stay, for mercy's sake, And my brave father's hope and joy; Poor foolish child! how pleased was I, And see the lighted windows flame! The people's shouts were long and loud- My mother answered with her tears. 'What is an orphan boy?' I said, When suddenly she gasped for breath, Oh, were I by your bounty fed! 1 The Nile's proud fight. The battle of Aboukir Bay, fought on Aug. 1, 1798, where the British fleet under Mrs Opie. Nelson entirely destroyed the THE PILGRIM FATHERS.1 The breaking waves dashed high Their giant branches tossed; The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark Not as the conqueror comes, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; 26 THE PILGRIM FATHERS. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert's gloom Amidst the storm they sang : This the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles 2 of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean-eagle soared, From his nest by the white wave's foam, There were men with hoary hair Lit by her deep love's truth; What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas? the spoils of war? Yes, call that holy ground, Which first their brave feet trod ! They have left unstained what there they found- Mrs Hemans. sailed in the Mayflower, and after great privations by sea and land, during which their faith in God was never shaken, they succeeded in establishing themselves in the New World. 1 The Pilgrim Fathers. During the per- || Oh, listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; 'Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew! Nor tempt the stormy firth1 to-day. "The blackening wave is edged with white; The fishers have heard the Water Sprite,3 'Last night the gifted seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheugh: Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?' 28 ROSABELLE. ""Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir ''Tis not because the ring they ride— O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 4 'Twas broader than the watch-fire light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from caverned Hawthornden. Seemed all on fire that chapel proud, Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lie; Seemed all on fire within, around, 6 And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Each one the holy vault doth hold But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! |