THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC.

OF Nelson and the North,

Sing the glorious day's renown,

When to battle fierce came forth

All the might of Denmark's crown,

And her arms along the deep proudly shone:

By each gun the lighted brand,

In a bold determined hand,

And the Prince of all the land

But the might of England flush'd
To anticipate the scene;

And her van the fleeter rush'd.

O'er the deadly space between.

"Hearts of oak," our captains cried; when each gun

From its adamantine lips

Spread a death-shade round the ships,

Like the hurricane eclipse

Of the sun.

Again! again! again!

And the havoc did not slack,

Till a feeble cheer the Dane
To our cheering sent us back:

Their shots along the deep slowly boom:
Then ceased-and all is wail,

As they strike the shatter'd sail;

Or, in conflagration pale,

Light the gloom.

Outspoke the victor then,

As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
"Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save :-
So peace instead of death let us bring.
But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our king."

Then Denmark bless'd our chief,
That he gave her wounds repose;
And the sounds of joy and grief,
From her people wildly rose :

As death withdrew his shades from the day.

While the sun look'd smiling bright

O'er a wild and woful sight,

Where the fires of fun'ral light

Brave hearts! to Britain's pride
Once so faithful and so true,

On the deck of fame that died

With the gallant good Riou:

Soft sigh the winds of heav'n o'er their grave!
While the billow mournful rolls,

And the mermaid's song condoles,
Singing glory to the souls

Of the brave !

CAMPBELL.

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

OUR bugles sang truce—for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain;
At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.

Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far, far had I roam'd on a desolate track :
"Twas autumn

and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.

I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft,

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young: I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,

And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.

Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore

From my home and my weeping friends never to part : My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er,

And

my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart.

Stay, stay with us rest, thou art weary and worn:
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

CAMPBELL.

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.

A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound,
Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o'er the ferry."-

"Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water!"-

Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter. -

And fast before her father's men

Three days we've fled together
For should he find us in the glen,

My blood would stain the heather.

His horsemen hard behind us ride;
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?".

Outspoke the hardy Highland wight
"I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : —
It is not for your silver bright;
But for your winsome lady :

And, by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;

So, though the waves are raging white,
I'll row you o'er the ferry."-

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of heav'n, each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,

Their trampling sounded nearer. —

For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover:

One lovely arm she stretch'd for aid,

And one was round her lover.