Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1845-05-29
BY G. A. & ]. P. CHAPMAN.

To fsm'd Iona's sacred shrine;
And there in peni;ance to mourn,
Der hopes and joys that once were nine.
have vow that must be paid,
Before the morning lights the sky;
Then man thy swiftest boat with speed,
That DER the pillows may fly.
The night was dark, and fearfuIy
The wind rolred midst the leahess trees:
Twas vain to think the boatman's lark,
Could live upon the stormy seas.
Stay, lady-stay, dark Hamish said,
Until the stern subsidies awhile;
No boat could ride these angry waves,
Nor reach Iona's sacred Isle.
Tomorrow, when the storm is past,
My bark III man without delay;
And land thee on Iona's shore,
Fer night enshrouds the star Of day.
But still she cTied-haste, boatman, haste,
may not stay until the morn;
Iona's saint will guard our bark,
And guide US safely thro' the storm.
How vain the plan she. deemd that sleep
Had with its opiate sealed my eyes;
And having bTibed my swiftest boat,
Would brave the danger of the skies.
Dark lower'd tie CLOUDS, the gentle moon
With silver horn scarce lit the sky;
And not one single star was seen
To guide the bostman's wistful eye.
knew it all, plann'd the scheme,
Twas / unfurl'd the futtering sail,
Twas who made the boalman speed,
But not to St Columba's Isle.
Old man it was fearful hour,
When Emma left Dunallen's tower,
And with her favorite, only child,
Embarked upon the ocean wild.
Days, months and years, have Ger me past,
Yet still hear that stormy blast;
/ see the dark, deep foaming sea,
WTiIhing in dreadful agony.
And far upon its crested wave,
fragile bark at random driven;
With broken oar and ssilless mast,
prey unto the winds of heaven.
saw il all, l heard the cry
Of deep despair, OF agony;
When darkness as with sable shroud,
Enwrapt them in the thunder cloud.
And the wild shrek rose DER the gale,
When deep beneath the foaming wave,
Dunalen's bride and only child,
Sank to their lone and watery grave.
None, none survived the mornings light,
To tell the dangers Of that night;
But long the maids Of 0Tansay,
In paintive numbers mound their doom;
And oceans sea-nymphs love TO strew,
With fairest flowers their lonely tomb.
My tale is done, my race is run,
Dunalen leaves child or heir;
Last of his line, like blasted tree,
Which fruit, nor leaves, nor branches bear.
My tale is done, my race is run,
And long before another sun,
Dsnallen, with his broken brand,
Alone must brave deaths gloomy land;
And cross that dark and stormy sea,
Which bounds the dread eternity!
You whisper paruou, ravurr, uU:
Dunalleh's lJId no pardon Graves;
The oceans wave, the mountains snow,
In vain would wash his blood-stain'd grave.
Alone he lived alone he'll die,
Like eagle of his native sky;
And fearless meet the gathering storm,
BY Church, or Priest, unshlived, unshorn.
Awe-stIuck the aged Father knelt,
With outstreiched hands and glist'ning eye;
And breathed warm aud fervent prayer,
To him who rules the earth and sky.
Father Of Heaven, thy list'ning ear
Hast heard the wild, the dreadful tale
With thee | leave the guilty soul,
To save 1t, or 10 send 10 hell.
Not sooner said, than blacker still,
The gIoOming thunder swept the hill;
And like ship when tempest toss'd,
Duna,Ien's castle felt the shock;
And from its summit to its base,
Trembled upon its sea-girt rock.
One shrek, one wild and piercing cry
OF grief, OF heartfelt agony;
Was heard to rise above the storm,
As 'twere some sinners parting breath;
As il some heart suIchasged with crime,
Was struggling in the Pangs of death.
And such il was, for on the morn
A blackend corpse, all scorched and torn,
Was found within Lord Rannald's hall,
As il consumed by lightning
For the same bolt that shook the wall,
Threw Ger the chief its fiery wing.
Leaving behind as blackened scroll,
What once contained his guilty soul.
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