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ions of fancy shone bright and attractive, Like distant scenes blooming which sunbeams illumine; Love pointed to wealth, and, no longer inactive, I labour'd till midnight, and rose with the dawn. "But the day-dreams of pleasure have fled me for ever, Misfortune surrounds me, oppression confounds me; No hope to support, and no friend to deliver, Poor and wretched, alas! I must ever remain. "And thou, my soul's treasure, whilst pitying my anguish, New poison does mix in my cup of affliction, For honour forbids (though without thee I languish) To make thee a partner of sorrow and want." "Dear William," she cried, "I 'll no longer deceive thee, I honour thy merit, I love thy proud spirit; Too well thou art tried, and if wealth can relieve thee, My portion is ample--that portion is thine." [88] Composed in 1804. This song and those following, by Dr Duncan, are here published for the first time. THE RUTHWELL VOLUNTEERS.[89] Hark! the martial drums resound, Valiant brothers, welcome all, Crowd the royal standard round, 'Tis your injured country's call. See, see, the robbers come, Ruin seize the ruthless foe; For your altars, for your homes, Heroes lay the tyrants low! He whom dastard fears abash, He was born to be a slave-- Let him feel the despot's lash, And sink inglorious to the grave. See, see, &c. He who spurns a coward's life, He whose bosom freedom warms, Let him share the glorious strife, We 'll take the hero to our arms. See, see, &c. Spirits of the valiant dead, Who fought and bled at Freedom's call, In the path you dared to tread, We, your sons, will stand or fall. See, see, &c. Bending from your airy halls, Turn on us a guardian eye-- Lead where Fame or Honour calls, And teach to conquer or to die! See, see, &c. [89] Written in 1805, when the nation was in apprehension of the French invasion. EXILED FAR FROM SCENES OF PLEASURE.[90] TUNE--_"Blythe, Blythe and Merry was she."_ Exiled far from scenes of pleasure, Love sincere and friendship true, Sad I mark the moon's pale radiance, Trembling in the midnight dew. Sad and lonely, sad and lonely, Musing on the tints decay,
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