Poetry.

Lyttelton Times, Volume X, Issue 610, 11 September 1858, Page 3

Poetry.

THE piGHLANDfiRS BY T3E WELL AT --■■' ' il:; v-" ' ' CAWNPOJiE. "" . (From the Dublin University Magazine for February.) ■' ''"Footsore "th(iywere and weary, ! ;Tb»;dayVgrim, wprk was o'er; '■ And.thonbt pursuit aiidthe dying yell, ■ <r> 'And thejitrito were heard no more. ' Wlientthey. came tbthpjrhiight,encampment, "■ A*.ihe tropicevening fell, : '""' 'Xiiii stayed'their'stepH for a little space : u'!''l Uy'thal thrice-accursed; well'/ ■ ;. ■'. i Theirswere no'fre'fih quick feelings ; ■ . ■■ Few but had hravely.stood . Qn battle-fields where the noil was slaked "•'. : * Till each footprint filled with blood. -■. s Well; did 'they know; the liorrori ...-,!■ Qf war's nnpitying face; i " ■ Yet they sobbed as with one great anguish ■': iAd tbny stood by that fiital place. - Still was the eve around them; '. But they kuew that that Bultry air Had thrilled to'the cry of murde.rpus raga Aud the wild shriek of dL-spp.iri • They saw in the'eha'sin before them The bloody and self-sought grave Of many a heart that had cried iv vain ;,On heaven and earth'to save. Mother atid child were lying : Locked in a last embrace, And death had priuted the frenzied look . ! .-Ou the maiden's ghastly.face. ■ And one of the slaughtered victims ' - They raised "witV. a.reverent care, . ' And'shre'd from her fair and girlish head '."-.''■ The tresseg.of tangled hair. . They parted the locks between, And, with low. quick breathing sware, ■; That a life of thecrrielfoe should fall • For every slender'hair. '.'Leave to the coward ■wailine, ■■■• ' LetAvoman.weerii woman's fate, ■ .Our swords shall, weep red tears of blood ...-,, For the hearts made desolate." ; They; will keep. their, vow unbroken; .'But, oh', for. the bitter tears, The nights of horror, ai»d days of pain , That mustifill our future years. Woe! for the glad homes stricken On our own gruen quiet shore, Woe! for the loving and the loved Whom our eyes shall see no more.