Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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The Beacon on the Cumbrae Isles.
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The Beacon on the Cumbrae Isles.
The scene was more beautiful, far, to the eye,
Than if day in its pride had array'd it,
The land breeze blew mild, and the azure-arched sky
Look'd pure as the spirit that made it.
Than if day in its pride had array'd it,
The land breeze blew mild, and the azure-arched sky
Look'd pure as the spirit that made it.
The murmur rose soft, as I silently gazed
On the shadowy wave's playful motion,
From the dim, distant isle, till the beacon-fire blazed
Like a star in the midst of the ocean.
On the shadowy wave's playful motion,
From the dim, distant isle, till the beacon-fire blazed
Like a star in the midst of the ocean.
No longer the joy of the sailor boy's breast
Was heard in his wildly-breath'd numbers,
The sea-bird had flown to its wave-girded nest;
The fisherman sunk to his slumbers.
Was heard in his wildly-breath'd numbers,
The sea-bird had flown to its wave-girded nest;
The fisherman sunk to his slumbers.
One moment I look'd from the hill's gentle slope,
All hushed was the billow's commotion,
And, to fancy, the beacon seemed lovely as Hope,
That star of life's tremulous ocean.
All hushed was the billow's commotion,
And, to fancy, the beacon seemed lovely as Hope,
That star of life's tremulous ocean.
The time is long past, and the scene is afar,
Yet, when my head rests on its pillow,
Shall memory sometimes rekindle the star
That blazed on the breast of the billow.
Yet, when my head rests on its pillow,
Shall memory sometimes rekindle the star
That blazed on the breast of the billow.
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