HOHENLINDEN. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. On Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills, with thunder riv'n; But redder yet that light shall glow, Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens.-On, ye brave, Few, few shall part where many meet; A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind! I heard a fair one cry ; But give to me the swelling breeze, The white waves heaving high, my lads, There's tempest in yon horned moon, Our heritage the sea. We've with Nelson ploughed the main, Pull away, jolly boys, Now his signal flies again, Pull away. Brave hearts, then let us go, To drub the haughty foe, Who once again shall know, Pull away, jolly boys, That our backs we never show, Pull away. We have fought, and we have sped, Pull away, gallant boys, Where the rolling wave was red, Pull away. We've stood many a mighty shock, Like the thunder-stricken oak, We've been bent, but never broke, Pull away, gallant boys; Round the earth our glory rings, Of the ocean we're the kings, Pull away. WELCOME BAT AND OWLET GRAY. JOANNA BAILLIE. O welcome bat and owlet gray, Upon the soft wind floats her hair, |