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PRIZE POEMS.
Triumphant echoes ring from shore to shore,
And Scotland's voice proclaims her thraldom o'er.
'Tis joyous there—but sorrow's sickly reign
Has cast its gloom o'er England's broad domain;
Alas for her!—her brightest hopes are fled,
Her smiles are o'er, her fairest flow'rs are dead;
Cheerless her homes—her gallant sons are gone,
Her gray-hair'd sires, to grief are left alone.
Cease, wand'ring Fancy, cease the mournful strain,
Nor wake the slumb'ring pang to life again;
O leave the past—serener, happier hours
Expand their brightness to thy wayward pow'rs;
Insatiate war has fled from Britain's shore,
Calm'd is dismay, and discord howls no more.
See, gently clasp'd in friendship's soft embrace,
The sister-climes adorn their ocean-base;
Firm as their warriors, as their daughters fair,
They brave the storm, the calm united share;
So may they stand, and hold their genial sway,
While nations fall, and empires melt away;
So may they stand, till Heaven's almighty doom
Enwrap creation in its destined tomb!
And Scotland's voice proclaims her thraldom o'er.
'Tis joyous there—but sorrow's sickly reign
Has cast its gloom o'er England's broad domain;
Alas for her!—her brightest hopes are fled,
Her smiles are o'er, her fairest flow'rs are dead;
Cheerless her homes—her gallant sons are gone,
Her gray-hair'd sires, to grief are left alone.
Cease, wand'ring Fancy, cease the mournful strain,
Nor wake the slumb'ring pang to life again;
O leave the past—serener, happier hours
Expand their brightness to thy wayward pow'rs;
Insatiate war has fled from Britain's shore,
Calm'd is dismay, and discord howls no more.
See, gently clasp'd in friendship's soft embrace,
The sister-climes adorn their ocean-base;
Firm as their warriors, as their daughters fair,
They brave the storm, the calm united share;
So may they stand, and hold their genial sway,
While nations fall, and empires melt away;
So may they stand, till Heaven's almighty doom
Enwrap creation in its destined tomb!
