THE DANCE OF DEATH. I. NIGHT and morning were at meeting Over Waterloo; Cocks had sung their earliest greeting, For no paly beam yet shone On the heights of Mount Saint John: Broad and frequent through the night Where the soldier lay, Chill, and stiff, and drench'd with rain, Though death should come with day. II. 'Tis at such a tide and hour, Wizard, witch, and fiend have power, And ghastly forms through mist and shower And then the affrighted prophet's ear Among the sons of men ; Apart from Albyn's war-array, Led the grandson of Lochiel, Valiant Fassiefern. Through steel and shot he leads no more, And proud Bennevis hear with awe, - Brave Cameron heard the wild hurra III. 'Lone on the outskirts of the host, The weary sentinel held post, |