SENTIMENTAL SON'G?. 6? From the dim distant isle, till the beacon-fire blaz'd Like a star in the midst of the ocean. No longer the joy of the sailor boy'8 breast, Was beard in his wildly breath'd numbers; The sea?Sird had flown to her wave-girdled nest, 'the fisherman sunk to his slumbers: One moment I !ook'd from the hill's gentle slope, (All htmh'd was the billows' commotion) And thought that the beacon'!ook'd lovely as hope, That 8tar of life'8 tremttlous ocean. The time is long pass'd and the scene is afar; Yet, when my head rests on its pillow, Will mq?nory sometimes rekindle the star That blaz'd on the breast of the billow. In iife's cloeing hour, when the trembling soul b And death stills the heart's last emotion; O! then may the seraph of mercy arise Like & star on eternity's ace,s! WH,ew William Tell was doom'd to die, Or hit the mark upon his infant's head? The bell tol!'d out, the hour was nigh, And soldiers marc"c[ with grief and dread! The warrior came serene and mild, Gaz'd all around with dauntless look, Till his fond boy unconscious stall'd; Then nature and the father sooke. And now, each valiant Swiss hi? grief partakes, For they sigh, And wildly cry, Poor William Tell: once hero of the lakes. But soon is !?qrd the muffled drum, And straight the pointed arrow flies,
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