Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1871-08-15

That DER the waste and barren earth
Spread howers and fruitase rife
The mighty realms of mind
Has fed forever from the fame
Love, friendship of mankindi
His spirit swept afar,
Beyond the soaring wing of thought,
The light of moon or star rs
To drink immortal waters, -AA u q
Free from every faint of earth
To breathe before the shrine of life
The source whence worlds had BIRTH
There was wsiling on the early breeze,
And darkness in the sky, -
When, with sable plume and cloak and pail,
A Funeral train swept by,
Methought-St Mary shield Ms WE'LL
That other forms moved there,
Than those of mortal brotherhood,
The noble, young and fair.
Was it a dream ?-how oft in sleep
We ask, team this be trueS"
Whilst warm Imagination paints
Her marvels to our view
Earth's glory seems furnished crown
To that which we behold,
When dreams enchant our sight with things
Whose meanest garb is gold
Was il a dreamP Harold" methought
The "dauntless'' passed me by
The proud "Fitz James" with martial step
And dark intrepid eye:
That 'Marmion's' naughty crest was there
A mourner for his sake;
And Ehe-the bold, the beautiful
Sweet 'Lady of the Lake."
The minstrel" whose last lay was DER,
Whose broken harp lay low,
And with him glorious "Waverly"
with glance and step of woe:
And ''Stuart's'' voice rose there, as when,
Mid fate's disastrous war
He led the wild, ambitious, proud
And brave "Vich Ian Vohr."
Next, travelling at his sable suit,
The Dominic stalked past
With "Bertram," Julia" by his side,
Whose tears were flowing fast;
"Guy Mannering" tool moved there, o'e
By that affecting sight;
And "Merrilies'' as when she wept,
On "Ellengowan's" height
Solemn and grave "Monk barns" appeared
Amidst that burial line,
And "Ochiltree" leaned Ger his staff, H.r
And mourned for Aud LanRsyne,"
Slow marched the gallant "M' Intyre;"
Whilst "Lovel" unused alone;
For once Miss Wardour's image left
That bosom's faithful throne.
With ooronach and arms reversed, ~
Forth came ''M'Gregoris" clan
he0 'OCuRlASb cry p6dioU anu WHY
''Rob Roy's" bold brow looked wan,
The fair "Diana" kissed her Cross,
And blessed its sainted ray,
And 'wse Is me !" the "Bailie" criod
THAT should see this day"
Next rode, in melancholy guise,
With sombre vest and scarf,
Sir Edward, Laird Of EIlislaw-
The far renowned "Black Dwarf"
Upon his left, In bonnet blue,
And white locks flowing free
The pious sculptor of the grave .
Stood "O.d Mortality"
'Balfour of Burley," "Clsverhouse,"
The "Lord of kvAndale."
And stately lady Margaret
Whose woe might nsught avail
Fierce Boutwell, on his charger black,
AS from the conflict won,
And pale 'HAbbakuk Mucklewrath"
Who cried "Gods will be done"
And Ike rose, young white rose,
That blooms mid widest scenes,
Passed she-the modest, eloquent
And virtuous "Jsanie Deans,"
And "Dumbisdikss," that silent laird
With woe too deep to smile;
And "Efie" with her noble friend,
The good Duke Of Argyle"
With lofty brow, and bearing high,
Dark "Ravenswood" advanced,
Who on the false ord Keepers" mien,
With eye indignant glanced;
Whilst graceful as . lonely fsTn
Meath covert close and sure,
Approached the beauty Of all hearts
The "Br!de of Lzmmermoor."
Then "Annot Lyle the fairy queen
or light and song stepped near,
The "Knight Of ArdenVohr, and he.
The gifted Highland seer,
"DAlgetty," Duncan, Lord Monteith,"
And "Rsnald" met my view,
The hspless Children Of the MIST"
And bold "Mhich Connel Dhu."
On swept Bsls Gilbert"-"Font de B9uf,n
"De BraceyB plume Of woe;
And "C0ur de Lions" crest Ahone near
The valiant "IVsnhoe,"
While soft as glidss a summer cloud,
''RowenG" closer drew,
With beautiful "RebeccA,"
Peerless dIIshsst Of tae "Jsw"
Still onward like the gathering night,
Advanced that funeral train
Like pillows when the tempest sweeps
Across the sRAdowy main;
Where'eE the eager gaze might reach,
In noble ranks we're seen,
Dark plume, aud glttertng mail and crest
And womEn's beauteOus mien,
A sound thrilled through that heightened host!
Methought the vault wGs closed.
Where in his glory and renOwn,
Fair Scotia's bard reposed!
A sound thrilled through that heightened host!
And forth my vision fed,
But Ah that mourntuI dream proved true,
The Immortal Scott was desd
The vision and the voice are Ger!
Their influence waned away
Like music DER q summer lake
At the golden close Of day;
The vision and the voice are DER -
But when will be forgot
The buried genius Of Romance
The in perishable scott?