against the traitor?" In a low murmuring voice, turning to them, she answered:
"When turf and faggots crackling blaze;
When fire and torch-lights dimly burn;
When kine at morn refuse to graze,
And the green leaf begins to turn;
Then shall pain and sickness come,
Storms abroad, and woes at home.
When cocks are heard to crow at ev'n,
And swallows slowly ply their wing;
When home-bound ships from port are driv'n,
And dolphins roll, and mermaids sing;
Then shall pain and sickness come,
Storms abroad, and woes at home.
When the black ox shall tread with his foot
On the green growing saplin's tender root;
Then a stranger shall stand in Glenarvon's hall,
And his portals shall blaze and his turrets shall fall.
Glenarvon, the day of thy glory is o'er;
Thou shalt sail from hence, but return no more.
Sound mournfully, my harp; oh, breath a strain,
More sad than that which Sion's daughters sung,
When on the willow boughs their harps they hung,
And wept for lost Jerusalem! A train
More sorrowful before my eyes appear:
They come, in chains they come! The hour of fate is near.
