BRAVING ANGRY WINTER’S STORMS.
Tune—“Neil Gow’s Lamentations for Abercairny.”
[“This song,” says the poet, “I composed on one of the most accomplished of women, Miss Peggy Chalmers that was, now Mrs. Lewis Hay, of Forbes and Co.’s bank, Edinburgh.” She now lives at Pau, in the south of France.]
I.
Where, braving angry winter’s storms,
The lofty Ochels rise,
Far in their shade my Peggy’s charms
First blest my wondering eyes;
As one who by some savage stream,
A lonely gem surveys,
Astonish’d, doubly marks its beam,
With art’s most polish’d blaze.
II.
Blest be the wild, sequester’d shade,
And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggy’s charms I first survey’d,
When first I felt their power!
The tyrant Death, with grim control,
May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.