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ORIGINAL POEMS.
Slowly, o’er the weary moorland,
From the dank and deadly shore.
Slowly, and in bitter sorrow,
Through a rough and rugged way,
With the yellow beams upon it
Of the sickly setting day.
Ah ! how lowly lies the leader;
See how pale his face is now;
Never in the hall or highway—
Never on the mountain brow—
Shall his step be laid majestic;
Shall his stately form be seen;
Shall his voice inspire the council,
Or the fight his manly mien.
Never shall his clan behind him
Gather in the joy of fight;
Never draw their cold blue weapons—
Hard and deadly—glancing bright.
Poorly now the chief’s attended,
Rudely now the hero’s led;
Yet Re wakes not from the slumber
Of yon red and mossy bed.
For the sad stamp’s on his features
Which Dubh Slice’s hard arrow bore;
On the moor Clan Gillian redden’d
With their brave and boiling gore.
Only two are with the driver
Of a rolling, rocking car,
Stretch’d whereon the dead man’s carried
From the fiery field of war.