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SIR DUXCAX CAMERON OF FASSIFERX.
For thou so gentle -svert and pure,
And now, when other ties have bovmd uie,
Xo mortal band seems to endure
Like that in which thy love hath wound me.
As through a sacred fane, I rove
Where thou didst first my fancy capture,
And though we never spoke of love —
Ah ! well we knew the passion's rapture.
Adown by yonder crystal brook
I see thee yet among the flowers —
Thy beaming smile, thy radiant look —
A fairy in her woodland bowers ;
And in the bonnie hazel dell
I hear the music of life's morning —
Thy voice, with all its softening spell,
Comes o'er the waste of years returning.
I hear it whispering in the trees,
And as to list its tones I linger,
I seem to think the wooing breeze
The touchings of thine angel finger.
Good night, my love ! I soon will sleep ;
And, oh ! how blest will be the waking —
No more to part, no more to weep —
When the eternal morn is breaking !
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WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF THE LATE SIR DUNCAX
CAMERON OF FASSIFEEN.
Oh ! soundly sleep, thou noble Chief,
In Callart's fragrant greenwood shade,
Full many a heart was fraught with grief.
When thou in thy low bed was laid.
Oh ! soiindly sleep, and gladly wake,
Thou scion of a lordly race.
Whose frown the battlefield would shake,
Whose smile a royal court would grace.