The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-04-17
DAILY CRES CENT.
For the Crescent.
THE LAMENT. BY Mas. c. e. DAPoNTE.

than James l. King Of scotland He was the second
q Robert III and the fourth qnash m descent from the now
elder broteDav, of Abanywo wished die throne 10
with dsmay for the safety of his only boy
James He therefore resolved to send him. for the completion OF h
Of the Kings of Scotland The young prince now in his eleventh
vessel under Earl Orkney and
ed at this time between England and c9and which wanted som
with the full OF crossing the seas secure from all dangers ba
ever they were intercepted BY Es squadron apl in Violation
Of ali the laws and of nations carried prisoners % England
Tower Of London i07, Nottingham Castle
same year transferred Windsor Castle The English King
Henry took James along with him his second expedition c
where be remained iii final Liberation in l42i,
Lines Of the Scottish Poets-Vol. IL
THE wind means round the lofty walls
OF Windsor Castle, stern and gray,
And sweeps along the dreay halls
That, standing, smile at Times decay
While looks the moon through clouds of white
That fit across the dark blue sky
And half reveal mid shades of night,
Proud Windsor frowning, dark and high
What sound comes 'er the passing gale
And dies upon the list ming ear p
IT is not the wind but Sorrows wall,
That issues from those turrets drear:
Hark to the cry Ia mortal sings -
All lonely, in this silent hour
A captive's song, amenting rings
Around that wide and fearful toweri
Full oft, as evening dews descend,
The weary traveller pauses where
Those plaintive notes of sadness lend
Their music to the twilight air.
Young prince of Scotland, fair and brave
Why did thy country calmly rest
While bondage claimed thee a slave,
Far fiom the land thou should st have bless'd
blight home of mine this langud frame
Recnes within chamber Lone
A living monarch weeps, whose name
Hath persisted with his youth, unknown;
The creeping wind steals Though the crate
Too long familiar to my eye
1t seems to mourn my hapless fate,
And mingles with the captves sigh
"Tbose wonders of the quiet night
Yon gittering stars, and moon so fair
On others POUR their witching light
While l, condemned, must watch them here
The Thames winds round these fowery dels
Where happier delighted stand,
To catch the freshening breeze that swels
The ripping waters to the strand
II hear the blithesome laugh of those
Whose footsteps press the verdant grass;
They fly, nor listen to the woes
That rend sufferer as they pass
Oh giddy train ! is there one hand
Would draw the sword to set me free
One heart, that breathes Scottish land
Die for Its monarchs liberty
" Birds of the morn We come again
With soft harmonious songs oil love!
Ii breaks my heart TO hear the strain
Of Freedom thus, from every grove,
While echoes of the merry horn
Resound along the valleys deep,
And wake to life, at early morn,
The young and happy from their sleep
And often do start, and deem
That may go with those who tread
So freely o. r the paths that seem
With more than earthly pleasures spread.
Farewell |, lingering. yet gaze
Where Nature has such gloies shed,
Then turn TO where yon starlight rays
Still guide me to captive bed "