Original Poetry.

Colonist, Volume IV, Issue 434, 20 December 1861, Page 4

Original Poetry.

THE CLANNISH PIPER. A shrewdly Clannish Piper, Adventurous in pretence, By city nymphs rejected, To others piped his sense. He found a shepherd village That listened to his note, "With heart prepared lor pillage, By music he had brought. He was so grand and airy, The swaina and beauties said, ' He seems a giant fairy, Worthy a queenly bed !' Their rustic queen had heard him, In lonely bowers before, Had said, if wo e'er stirred him, Your'e welcome at my door ! Had said it, with some sighing, And something like a tear, To prompt the piper's trying Her meaning as sincere. He came, to bo triumphant, Where few to come would care: He won her, was exalted, And piped full debonaire. Still jea.ousy to stifle: Ere yet it waxed too fond, He pledged his troth—a trifle, — True love were safer bond. Then in the lunar lustre, When all was still and sweet, His forces he would muster And choicest tunes repeat, Till shepherd, wife, and maiden, And Picton's self, their queen, With rapture overladen, Grew hushed as death serene. Some snatches of each ditty, Were wafted to our ear : In moods, or dull, or witty, Such gallant songs mu3fc cheer. THE SERENADE. My blooming, lovely Picton, Seduced by love and me, From churlish, golden JS Telson; Attractive divorcee, Rely upon my honor, Doubt not my solemn vow ; Without deceit I'll serve theo, As thine elected now. So grace me as thy champion, Wheie talking wights and fierce Do battle in Assembly, And with tongue-lances pierce Whoe'er would mar the beauty Of Provinces they love; To thee I plight my duty Before the stain above, To proudly fiown defiance On richer temptress fair, And c'en the charms Of jirandeiir's fliitiH — In Knighted Clifford's chair. What, were 1 called ' Sir David,' A.id dropt my poor M.O. ? Would that create true Imly— My Picton dear of t.!u:o ? ' Wou d that expunge my falsehood, Or wash my virtue's stain, Or to my peijured vanity i Gife seeming worth again ! Would silly reputation , ]n place and apish style, Or stipend of five hundred, Or beau Bell's tinkling wile, Restore my self-opinion, Despite low envy's sneers, And blind esteem's dominion Amongst deluded peers? For paltry pelf, Or meaner self, i Or for a knightly name, 1 JMy honor's'bword, My truth's bright word, i For ' Honorable'—shame? No, no ! so I will never Be scorned in Speaker's chair, Nor shall my Picton ever, See me perfidious there ! I am no choking speaker, Full stuffed with selfish speech, Ambitions wily ,-nenkei1, With schemes to overreach ! But mine's the dainty virtue That might a throne adorn ; ' My voice, and mem, and graces, Deserve—an empty horn, And fame's full cheek to blow it, Till echoes shout About 1 My merits and adornments To every gaping lout. Yet I forswear all lolly, i So common, mean and coarse, i And, more becoming, wholly To thee devote my force ; I For when to thee, my Picton, [ Cast out, and loin 1 fled, Who took me to her bosom ? Who deigned with mo to wed ! So take my kiss, my own love, '. And speed me on my way, 1 For thee to win renown love, ' But never to betray ! I * * * 1 So piped the Serenader, To lull hi.s-doating bride : i He lulled her, yet betrayed her, i To sate ambition's pride.