GATHERING OF THE COVENANTERS. 71 Up! worshippers! unto your Eyrie dwelling And lo! while fiery curse and imprecation Their foam-flecked crests o'er hill and valley flinging, On! on the raving, thundering waters pour! On that wild sea no wave-washed corse is swinging, One yell!-'twas o'er! While high above, unheard amid the thunder, That spirit reigneth still! So, Christian, waging raging Oh! trust in God! MUSIC AND MEMORY. BY NATHANIEL L. SAWYER. * How oft some low and gentle strain, Which else to memory had been mute. When perished hopes and fortunes lower; Beamed on the waking slumberer bright, MUSIC AND MEMORY. I've stood upon a sea-girt isle, The heavens and earth were still, the while, While strains of melody Awoke my dreaming spirit there, The bugle hath a thrilling note, Of witching 'Auld Lang Syne ;'— There's music in the lone cascade, A deep and wild ravine; It minds us of life's opening spring, 73 The steeple bell that fills the air, With voices chanting, all declare In Sabbath morning hour, 'Mid shadows of a greener year— The friends, whose lessening forms appear With undiminished power. The Switzer dreams of Father-land, By Babel's willowy stream Hang up their harps. From palace dome, To cottage thatched, where-e'er we roam, Soft music turns the exile home Where passed his young life's dream. The stars of heaven that o'er us beam, Will open memory's cell And lead the wanderer back through years With youthful haunts and school-boy plays, MUSIC AND MEMORY. Ay! thus I thought, as one lone eve Ay! thus I thought that moony night When musing in yon classic hall, And dim the unreplenished light Shone flickering on the shadowy wall, Through Bowdoin's halls was heard again 'Twas then my thoughts were hurried back, Along life's deviating track, 'Twas then I felt that music's power Could soothe to peace the troubled hour,— 'Twas then I struck my harp anew, Music and Memory, unto you. 75 |