Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

And he made a note as he went his way,
That Monday next was hanging-day. "
He stopped, on his way, in Lincohi's Inn,
And gave a young gownsman a guinea,
To move for an injunction,
Against Chabert and Aldini.
He took a drive to the India House,
Where he heard much pleasant news.
The shooting of ninety-iive Sepoys,
And the burning of six Hindoos.
He stood beside a cottage lone.
And listened to a lute,
One summer eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute.
The moon was watching, on the hill,
The stream was staid, and the maples still,
To hear a lover's suit,
That — half a vow, and half a prayer —
Spoke less of hope than of despair ;
And rose into the calm, soft air.
As sweet and low
As he had heard — O woe ! O woe !—
The flutes of angels, long ago ! —
" By every hope that earthward clings.
By faith, that mounts on angel-wings,
By dreams that make night shadows bright,
And truths that turn our day to night,
By childhood's smile, and manhood's tear,
By pleasure's day, and sorrow's year,
By all the strains that fancy sings.
And pangs that time so surely bring.
For joy or grief — for hope or fear,
For all hereafter— as for here.