Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn.

I.

    The wind blew hollow frae the hills,
        By fits the sun's departing beam
    Look'd on the fading yellow woods
        That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream:
    Beneath a craggy steep, a bard,
        Laden with years and meikle pain,
    In loud lament bewail'd his lord,
        Whom death had all untimely ta'en.

II.

    He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
        Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years;
    His locks were bleached white with time,
        His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears;
    And as he touch'd his trembling harp,
        And as he tun'd his doleful sang,
    The winds, lamenting thro' their caves,
        To echo bore the notes alang.

III.

    "Ye scattered birds that faintly sing,
        The reliques of the vernal quire!
    Ye woods that shed on a' the winds
        The honours of the aged year!
    A few short months, and glad and gay,
        Again ye'll charm the ear and e'e;
    But nocht in all revolving time
        Can gladness bring again to me.

IV.

    "I am a bending aged tree,
        That long has stood the wind and rain;
    But now has come a cruel blast,
        And my last hold of earth is gane:
    Nae leaf o' mine shall greet the spring,
        Nae simmer sun exalt my bloom;
    But I maun lie before the storm,
        And ithers plant them in my room.

V.

    "I've seen sae mony changefu' years,
        On earth I am a stranger grown;
    I wander in the ways of men,
        Alike unknowing and unknown:
    Unheard, unpitied, unrelieved,
        I bear alane my lade o' care,
    For silent, low, on beds of dust,
        Lie a' that would my sorrows share.

VI.

    "And last (the sum of a' my griefs!)
        My noble master lies in clay;
    The flow'r amang our barons bold,
        His country's pride! his country's stay,
    In weary being now I pine,
        For a' the life of life is dead,
    And hope has left my aged ken,
        On forward wing for ever fled.

VII.

    "Awake thy last sad voice, my harp!
        The voice of woe and wild despair;
    Awake! resound thy latest lay,
        Then sleep in silence evermair!
    And thou, my last, best, only friend,
        That fillest an untimely tomb,
    Accept this tribute from the bard
        Though brought from fortune's mirkest gloom.

VIII.

    "In poverty's low barren vale
        Thick mists, obscure, involve me round;
    Though oft I turn'd the wistful eye,
        Nae ray of fame was to be found:
    Thou found'st me, like the morning sun,
        That melts the fogs in limpid air,
    The friendless bard and rustic song
        Became alike thy fostering care.

IX.

    "O! why has worth so short a date?
        While villains ripen fray with time;
    Must thou, the noble, gen'rous, great,
        Fall in bold manhood's hardy prime!
    Why did I live to see that day?
        A day to me so full of woe!
    O had I met the mortal shaft
        Which laid my benefactor low.

X.

    "The bridegroom may forget the bride
        Was made his wedded wife yestreen;
    The monarch may forget the crown
        That on his head an hour has been;
    The mother may forget the child
        That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
    But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
        And a' that thou hast done for me!"