Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1845-05-29

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DUNALLEN:
A Tale of the Isles.
Why glooms Dunallen's haughiy lord,
Why shTieks the Mermaid on the stone,
Why eroaks the raven on the tower,
With such wild and "eaTie" moan
Ho, warder no unbar the gate,
And bid the boatman haste with speed,
To ST. Columba's sacred isle,-(Note ].
And bring cid father WindeTmede.
For ne Of all the holy men,
Alone can heal the wounded mind;
Haste, boatman, haste unfurl the sail,
And fear not winters stormy wind.
But bark, the storm is gathering still,
The livid lightning flashes round;
The thunder along the hill,
As il 'twouId rend the solid ground
Yet still the warder louder calls,
Haste, boatman, haste, unfurl your sail:
Heed not the gathering iempcst's wrath,
Fear not the gooming stormy gale.
The boat has left stormy shore,
And DER the foaming she flies,
Like arrow from the hunters bow,
Like sea-biTd meath the angry skies.
The lighnng's wing now DER IT CLEANS,
The mutrering thHnders roll around
Haste, bostman, haste; the morning beams
Serene on ST. Columba's ground.
Anyway with bending mast,
The bOatman guides his fragile bark
Now topping on the crested wave,
And now within its cavern's dark.
Away, away the boatmsn sped,
Until the morning gan to smile,
And crimson'd with its rosy beams,
IoDa's sweet and sacred Isle.
The Abbot came with rosary,
With many an aged priest in train,
To ask what made the boaiman speed
Across the wild and stormy MAN,
And quick the boatmsn told his tale,
And quickly babe the Father come;
To shrive Dur aliens naughty lord,
Ere he should seek deaths lonely home.
And many Priest their Ave said,
Their beads they counted DER and DER;
And prayed for Father WindcTmede,
Who sought Dunallen's stormy shore.
For high upon frswning cliff,
Dura liens castle proudly stood,
Gray with the moss Of countless years,
Aud cTimson'd DER with tales of blood.
And there, Dunallen's cbieftain lay
Writing beneath remorse's sting,
Scorched by the burning fire Of crime,
Like scorpion in the fiery ring
And down beside the chieftan's couch,
The aged Father lOwly bent;
And warmly breath'd prayer for them
Who do in time their sins repent.
Oft did he cross his aged breast,
And oft he kiss'd his rosary:
When up the frantic chieftain sprang,
And babe him stop his mummery.
Hold, old man, hold know thee well,
Thou art, and yet art not priest;
Old Scarbas chief in monkish cell, :.
Wiz sackcloth on the warriors breast.
He vh. would wear the esss's Plssnss
Must with the daring eagle hyj
And he who would the claymore WELD,
Should never quail to mortal eye
Hah dost thou fear, no craven monk
want to shriye Dunaleh's lord,
For he who hears my tale of blood,
Must be as brave as is my sword
Away with prayers-away with beads,
They sOolhe the vulgar ear and mind:
sent for Father WiDderHede
To speak to unto a friend.
Nv tale is long, but let thy ear-(Nois 2
Be like a watchful sentinel;
And let thy lips be firmly sealed
With silence, as the gates Of hell.
Come near me ,-ihou hast nought to fear
My hand is feeble, and like light
of pickering taper Is my soul,
That vanishes in daTks0me night
Yet twas not always so my spear
Has made the bravest Saxon hy,
And have seen the boldeSt quail
Before my dark and fearless eye.
But to my tale twas long ago,
Perhaps about two score Of years;
Since my brave Brother joined his King,
Surrounded by FIVE hundred spears
The Saxon foe had crossed the Tweed,
And swept our land with sword and flame,
Dunallen with his clansmen bold,
sought glory or DEAFNESS name.
like lsggard stayed behind,
As guardian Of his youthful heir,
Companion Of his peerless bride,
The lovely Emma Of GleDair
But how kept that priceless trust,
Go ask the dark, deep rolling sea;
But whisper not the dsmning tale,
Which oceans wave may tell to thee
Look, Father, look. that gathering cloud,
Which Ger Dunallen's castle glOoms,
Enwrsps within its sable shroud,
Their spirits from their lonely tombs
Hark did you hear that piercing shrek,
Hark did you hear that thrilling cry
You tsemble, Father-save her child,
o soohe mothers agony
7 cannot bear the dreadful sight,
My eye-baIls burn with inward FIRE:
But save them, Father, e'er they sink,
And in dark oceans wave expire.
Away, away 'ts phantasy,
'ris childish thus to be unmand;
But grief and pain, have made my mind
Feeble as is the wiliow-wand.
You know Dunallen ne'er returned,
No trophy OF his swori or shield
In triumph csme-be with bis King
Fell upon FIodden's fatal field.
Six months mound in weeds Of woe,
As mOurns the falcon o'er the dove;
Then donDed DunalIen's eagles plume,
And claimed fair Emma's hand and love.
As shrinks the sweet and tender flower,
Before chill winters freezing breath,
So shank she from my fond embrace,
Loathing as from the touch OF death.
BECOME, base wretch she proudly said,
DunaIIen's heir is by my side
And were he not, l would not wed,
Thy guileful hand, or be thy bride.
stuBg to the core, sought revenge,
Hah dost thou start-stay, old man, stay;
sought revenge and found il too,
As serpent lures Its needless prey.
Where'er she went, watch'd her steps,
At morn, at night, in bower, in ball,
Like shadow turning with the sun,
Her griefs and joys, knew them all.
This castles wall is steep and high,
None save the eagle daIes its height,
Its dungeons, silent the grave,
And cold as is the winters night
This was her bower, and with her child
She watched the summers flower decay;
And A1tumn's gorgeous robes grow dim,
And chilled by winter, fade away.
Twelve months she mourned her absent lord,
With heart as lone weeds Of VICE.
Until her eye had lost its fire.
Her cheek assumed the shade Of snow.
And many scheme she vainly tried,
To 'scape this lonely, fatal tower,
How vain the thought wstchd Der steps
From morn, Iil midnight's dresTy hour.
Al length such a night sbis,
When oceans waves ran mountains high;