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ELLEN MORE.

THE Sun had kiss'd green Erin's waves,

The dark blue mountains tower'd between,

Mild evening's dew's refresh'd the leaves,

The meon unclouded rose rerene;

When Ellen wander'd unseen,

All lone her sorrows to deplore,

False was her lover, false her friend,

And false was hope to Ellen More.

Young Henry was fair Ellen's love,

Young Emma to his heart was dear,

No weal or woe did Ellen prove,

But Emma ever seem'd to share;

Yet, envious, still she spread the wile,

That sullied Ellen's virtue o'er,

Her faithful Henry spurn'd the while

His fair, his faithful Ellen More.

She wander'd down Loch-Mary side,

Where oft at evening hour she stole,

To meet her love with secret pride,

Now deepest anguish wrang her soul.

O'ercome with grief she sought the steep

Were Yarrow falls with sullen roar,

O pity veil thy eyes aud weep.

A bleeding corpse lies Ellen More.