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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE 11EVENGE DONAL COMM. 'Tis midnight, and November's gale Sweeps hoarsely down Glengarav's (') vale, Thro' the thick rain its fitful tone Shrieks like a troubled Spirit's moan, The Moon that from her cloud at eve Looked down on Ocean's gentle heave, And bright on lake and mountain shone, Now wet and darkling, journeys on; From the veiled Heaven there breaks no ray To guide the traveller on his way. Save when the lightning gilds awhile. The craggy peak of Sliav-na-goil, Or its far-streaming flashes fall Upon Glengarav's mountain wall. And kindles with its angry streak The rocky zone it may not break? At times is heard the distant roar Of billows warring 'gainst the shore. And rushing from their native hills The voices of a thousand rills, Come shouting down the mountain's side, When the-deep thunder's peal hath died. How fair at sunset to the view On its lov'd rock th' Arbutus grew, How motionless the heather lay In the deep gorge of that wild bay, Thro' the tall forest not a breeze Disturbed the silence of the trees, O'er the calm scene their foliage red A venerable glory shed, And sad and sombre beauty gave To the wild hill and peaceful wave. To-morrow's early dawn will find That beauty scatter'd n the wind; To-morrow's sun will journey on And see the forest's glory gone, Th' Arbutus shiver'd on the rock Beneath the tempest's angry shock, The monarch Oak all scatch'd and riven By the red arrowy bolt of heaven. While not a leaf remains behind Save some lone mourner of its kind, Wither'd and drooping on its bough Like him who treads that valley now. Alone he treads?still on the blast The sheeted rain is driving fast, And louder peals the thunder's crash, Louder the ocean's distant dash? Amid the elemental strife He walks as reckless, as if life Were but a debt...

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE 11EVENGE DONAL COMM. 'Tis midnight, and November's gale Sweeps hoarsely down Glengarav's (') vale, Thro' the thick rain its fitful tone Shrieks like a troubled Spirit's moan, The Moon that from her cloud at eve Looked down on Ocean's gentle heave, And bright on lake and mountain shone, Now wet and darkling, journeys on; From the veiled Heaven there breaks no ray To guide the traveller on his way. Save when the lightning gilds awhile. The craggy peak of Sliav-na-goil, Or its far-streaming flashes fall Upon Glengarav's mountain wall. And kindles with its angry streak The rocky zone it may not break? At times is heard the distant roar Of billows warring 'gainst the shore. And rushing from their native hills The voices of a thousand rills, Come shouting down the mountain's side, When the-deep thunder's peal hath died. How fair at sunset to the view On its lov'd rock th' Arbutus grew, How motionless the heather lay In the deep gorge of that wild bay, Thro' the tall forest not a breeze Disturbed the silence of the trees, O'er the calm scene their foliage red A venerable glory shed, And sad and sombre beauty gave To the wild hill and peaceful wave. To-morrow's early dawn will find That beauty scatter'd n the wind; To-morrow's sun will journey on And see the forest's glory gone, Th' Arbutus shiver'd on the rock Beneath the tempest's angry shock, The monarch Oak all scatch'd and riven By the red arrowy bolt of heaven. While not a leaf remains behind Save some lone mourner of its kind, Wither'd and drooping on its bough Like him who treads that valley now. Alone he treads?still on the blast The sheeted rain is driving fast, And louder peals the thunder's crash, Louder the ocean's distant dash? Amid the elemental strife He walks as reckless, as if life Were but a debt...