Go Edward triumph now!

Cambria is fallen, and Scotland's strength is crush'd ;
On Wallace, on Llewellyn's mangled limbs
The fowls of Heaven have fed.

Unrivalled, unopposed,

Go Edward full of glory to thy grave!
The weight of patriot blood upon thy soul
Go Edward to thy God!

TO A FRIEND,

Enquiring if I would live over my youth again,

Do I regret the past ?
Would I again live o'er
The morning hours of life?

Nay, William! nay, not so!

In the warm joyaunce of the summer sun
I do not wish again

The changeful April day.

Nay, William! nay, not so!

Safe haven'd from the sea

I would not tempt again

The uncertain ocean's wrath.

Praise be to him who made me what I am,

Other I would not be.

Why is it pleasant then to sit and talk
Of days that are no more?

When in his own dear home

The traveller rests at last,

And tells how often in his wanderings
The thought of those far off

Hath made his eyes o'erflow
With no unmanly tears;

Delighted he recalls

Thro' what fair scenes his charmed feet have trod. But ever when he tells of perils past,

And troubles now no more,

His eyes most sparkle, and a readier joy
Flows rapid to his heart.

No, William! no, I would not live again
The morning hours of life,

I would not be again

The slave of hope and fear,

I would not learn again

The wisdom by Experience hardly taught.

To me the past presents

No object for regret ;
To me the present gives

All cause for full content;

The future,.. it is now the chearful noon, And on the sunny-smiling fields I gaze With eyes alive to joy;

When the dark night descends,

I willingly shall close my weary lids
Secure to wake again.

The DEAD FRIEND.

Not to the grave, not to the grave my Soul Descend to contemplate

The form that once was dear!

Feed not on thoughts so loathly horrible!

The Spirit is not there

That kindled that dead eye,

That throbb'd in that cold heart,

That in that motionless hand

Has met thy friendly grasp.

The Spirit is not there!
It is but lifeless, perishable, flesh

That moulders in the grave,

Earth, air and waters ministering particles

Now to the elements

Resolv'd, their uses done.

Not to the grave, not to the grave, my Soul,

Follow thy friend beloved,

The Spirit is not there!