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133 Literary Gazette 22nd November 1823, Page 747-748

ORIGINAL POETRY. POETIC SKETCHES. Fourth Series.

SKETCH II.—THE COVENANTERS. Mine home is but a blackened heap In the midst of a lonesome wild, And the owl and the bat may their night-watch keep Where human faces smiled.

I rocked the cradle of seven fair sons, And I worked for their infancy; But, when like a child in mine own old age, There are none to work for me!

Never! I will not know another home. Ten summers have pass'd on, with their blue skies, Green leaves, and singing birds, and sun-kiss'd fruit, Since here I first took up my last abode,— And here my bones shall rest. You say it is A home for beasts, and not for humankind, This bleak shed and bare rock, and that the vale Below is beautiful. I know the time When it looked very beautiful to me! Do you see that bare spot, where one old oak Stands black and leafless, as if scorched by fire, While round it the ground seems as if a curse Were laid upon the soil? Once by that tree, Then covered with its leaves and acorn crop, A little cottage stood: 't was very small, But had an air of health and peace. The roof Was every morning vocal with the song Of the rejoicing swallows, whose warm nest Was built in safety underneath the thatch; A honeysuckle on the sunny side Hung round the lattices its fragrant trumpets, Around was a small garden; fruit and herbs Were there in comely plenty; and some flowers, Heath from the mountains, and the wilding bush Gemm'd with red roses, and white apple blossoms, Were food for the two hives, whence all day long There came a music like the pleasant sound Of lulling waters. And at even-tide It was a goodly sight to see around Bright eyes, and faces lighted up with health And youth and happiness: these were my children, That cottage was mine home. - - -