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We have seen ! we have seen! but the time must come,
And the angels will weep at the day of doom !
6. O, would the fairest of mortal kind
Aye keep the holy truths in mind,
That kindred spirits their motions see,
Who watch their ways with anxious ee,
And grieve for the guilt of humanitye!
O sweet to Heaven the maiden's prayer,
And the sigh that heaves a bosom sae fair!
And dear to Heaven the words of truth,
And the praise of virtue frae beauty's mouth !
And dear to the viewless forms of air,
The minds that kyth as the body fair!
66 O bonny Kilmeny, free frae stain, If ever you seek the world again, That world of sin, of sorrow and fear, 0, tell of the joys that are waiting here ; And tell of the signs you shall shortly see ; Of the times that are now, and the times that shall be.”
They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away,
And she walked in the light of a sunless day :
The sky was a dome of crystal bright,
The fountain of vision, and fountain of light :
The emerald fields were of dazzling glow,
And the flowers of everlasting blow.
Then deep in the stream her body they laid,
That her youth and beauty never might fade,
And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie
In the stream of life that wandered bye.
And she heard a song, she heard it sung,
She kend not where, but sae sweetly it rung,
It fell on her ear like a dream of the morn :
“O! blest be the day Kilmeny was born !
Now shall the land of spirits see,
Now shall it ken what a woman may be !
The sun that shines on the world sae bright,
A borrowed gleid frae the fountain of light ;
And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun,
Like a gouden bow, or a beamless sun,
Shall wear away, and be seen nae mair,
And the angels shall miss them travelling the air.
But lang, lang after baith night and day,
When the sun and the world have died away ;
When the sinner has gane to his waesome doom,
Kilmeny shall smile in eternal bloom !”-
They bore her away, she wist not how,
For she felt not arm nor rest below :
But so swift they wained her through the light,
'Twas like the motion of sound or sight;
They seemed to split the gales of air,
And yet nor gale nor breeze was there.
Unnumbered groves below them grew,
They came, they past, and backward few,
Like floods of blossoms gliding on,
In moment seen, in moment gone.
0, never vales to mortal view
Appeared like those o'er which they flew !
That land to human spirits given,
The lowermost vales of the storied hearen :
From thence they can view the world below,
And heaven's blue gates with sapphires glow,
More glory yet unmeet to know.
They bore her far to a mountain green,
To see what mortal never had seen ;
And they seated her high on a purple sward,
And bade her heed what she saw and heard,
And note the changes the spirits wrought,
For now she lived in the land of thought.
She looked, and she saw nor sun nor skies,
But a crystal dome of a thousand dies.
She looked, and she saw nae land aright,
But an endless whirl of glory and light.
And radiant beings went and came
Far swifter than wind, or the linked flame.
She hid her een frae the dazzling view ;
She looked again and the scene was new.
She saw a sun on a summer sky,
And clouds of amber sailing bye,
A lovely land beneath her lay,
And that land had glens and mountains gray ;
And that land had vallies and hoary piles,
And marled seas, and a thousand isles;
Its fields were speckled, its forests green,
And its lakes were all of the dazzling sheen,
Like magic mirrors, where slumbering lay
The sun and the sky and the cloudlet gray ;
Which heaved and trembled and gently swung,
On every shore they seemed to be hung;
For there they were seen on their downward plain
A thousand times and a thousand again ;
In winding lake and placid firth,
Little peaceful heavens in the bosom of earth.
Kilmeny sighed and seemed to grieve, For she found her heart to that land did cleave; She saw the corn wave on the vale, She saw the deer run down the dale ; She saw the plaid and the broad claymore, And the brows that the badge of freedom bore ; And she thought she had seen the land before.
She saw a lady sit on a throne,
The fairest that ever the sun shone on !
A lion licked her hand of milk,
And she held him in a leish of silk;
And a leifu' maiden stood at her knee ;
With a silver wand and melting ee,
Her sovereign shield, till love stole in,
And poisoned all the fount within.
Then a gruff untoward bedeman came,
And hundit the lion on his dame;
And the guardian maid wi’ the dauntless ee,
She dropped a tear, and left her knee ;
And she saw till the queen frae the lion filed,
Till the boniest flower of the world lay dead.
A coffin was set on a distant plain,
And she saw the red blood fall like rain ;
Then bonny Kilmeny's heart grew sair,
And she turned away, and could look nae mair.
Then the gruff grim carle girned amain,
And they trampled him down, but he rose again ;
And he baited the lion to deeds of weir,
Till he lapped the blood to the kingdom dear ;
And weening his head was danger-preef,
When crowned with the rose and the clover-leaf,
He gowled at the carle, and chased him away
To feed with the deer on the mountain gray.
He gowled at the carle, and he gecked at heaven,
But his mark was set, and his arles given.
Kilmeny awhile her een withdrew ;
She looked again, and the scene was new.
She saw below her fair unfurled
One half of all the glowing world,
Where oceans rolled, and rivers ran,
To bound the aims of sinful man.
She saw a people, fierce and fell,
Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell ;
There lilies grew, and the eagle flew,
And she herked on her ravening crew,
Till the cities and towers were wrapt in a blaze,
And the thunder it roared o'er the lands and the seas.
The widows they wailed, and the red blood ran,
And she threatened an end to the race of man :
She never lened, nor stood in awe,
Till caught by the lion's deadly paw.
Oh ! then the eagle swinked for life,
And brainzelled up a mortal strife ;
But flew she north, or flew she south,
She met wi' the gowl of the lion's mouth.
With a mooted wing and waefu' main, The eagle sought her eiry again ;
But lang may she cour in her bloody nest,
And lang, lang sleek her wounded breast,
Before she sey another flight,
To play wi’ the porland lion's might.
But to sing the sights Kilmeny saw,
So far surpassing nature's law,
The singer's voice wad sink away,
And the string of his harp wad cease to play.
But she saw till the sorrows of man were bye,
And all was love and harmony ;
Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away,
Like the flakes of snaw in a winter day.
Then Kilmeny begged again to see
The friends she had left in her own countrye,
To tell of the place where she had been,
And the glories that lay in the land unseen ;
To warn the living maidens fair,
The loved of Heaven, the spirits' care,
That all whose minds unmeled remain
Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.
With distant music, soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep ; And when she awakened, she lay her lane, All happed with flowers in the green-wood wene. When seven lang years had come and fed ; When grief was calm, and hope was dead ; When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name, Late, late in a gloamin? Kilmeny came hame! And O, her beauty was fair to see, But still and stedfast was her ee ! Such beauty bard may never declare, For there was no pride nor passion there ; And the soft desire of maidens een In that mild face could never be seen. Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye, That floats along the twilight sea. But she loved to raike the lanely glen, And keeped afar frae the haunts of men ; Her holy hymns unheard to sing, To suck the flowers, and drink the spring. But wherever her peaceful form appeared, The wild beasts of the hill were cheered : The wolf played blythly round the field, The lordly byson lowed and kneeled; The dun deer wooed with manner bland, And cowered aneath her lily hand.
And when at even the woodlands rung,
When hymns of other worlds she sung,
In ecstacy of sweet devotion,
0, then the glen was all in motion.
The wild beasts of the forest came,
Broke from their bughts and faulds the tame,
And goved around, charmed and amazed ;
Even the dull cattle crooned and gazed,
And murmured and looked with anxious pain
For something the mystery to explain.
The huzzard came with the throstle-cock,
The corby left her houf in the rock ;
The blackbird along wi’ the eagle flew;
The hind came tripping o'er the dew ;
The wolf and the kid their raike began,
And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran ;
The hawk and the hern attour them hung,
And the merl and the mavis forhooyed their young ;
And all in a peaceful ring were hurled :
It was like an eve in a sinless world !
When a month and a day had come and gone,
Kilmeny sought the greenwood wene;
There laid her down on the leaves sae green,
And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.
But 0, the words that fell from her mouth,
Were words of wonder, and words of truth !
But all the land were in fear and dread,
For they kendna whether she was living or dead.
It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain ;
She left this world of sorrow and pain,
And returned to the land of thought again.
A DEADLY feud subsisted almost from time immemorial between the families of M-Pherson of Bendearg, and Grant of Cairn, and was handed down“ unimpaired" even to the close of the last century. In earlier times the warlike chiefs of these names found frequent opportunities of testifying their mutual animosity ; and few inheritors of the fatal quarrel left the world without having moistened it with the blood of some of their hereditary enemies. But in our own day the progress of civi. lization, which had reached even these wild countries the heart of