POEMS*

3 .

Is yon a cot I saw, though low ?

"When lightning broke the gloom —How welcome were its shade! — ah, no*Tig but a Turkish tomb.

4 -

Through sounds of foaming waterfalls,1 hear a voice exclaim —

Mv way-worn countryman, who callsOn distant England's name.

5 .

A shot is fir'd —- by foe or friend?

Another — J tis to tellThe mountain-peasants to descend.And lead us where they dwell.

6 .

Oh! who in such a night will dar#To tempt the wilderness ?

And who 'mid thunder peals can hearOur signal of distress?