Lochiel's Warning.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
Ye Mariners of England.
Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze.
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
Her home is on the deep.
The Soldier's Dream.
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.