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The Sailor's Song.
pn republishing the following extracts from the Dundee Courier , we have no doubt but our readers will amply share in the feelings of pleasure and gratitude which have given rise to the effusions of Brother Stevens , who seems to have adopted the very sentiment of Scottish poetry , and has rendered Ms thoughts still more welcome to their hospitality , by being conveyed in language sweet , fervid , and national . ] To the Editor ofthe Dundee Courier .
DEAR SIR . —On the eve of my departure from Dundee—fain do I hope that it is not for aye—I presume to ask the favour of your giving to the trifling effusions that accompany this , an unostentatious corner in the vestibule of the Temple of the Muses : would that they were worthy of a place beside the altar . Why I sometimes venture to write , and seldom avoid giving way to thought in the Scottish idiomyou will easily understand when I tell
, you , that the matchless poems of the immortal Burns rivetted the earliest attention of my youth—awoke the first feelings of poetic fervour in my soul , weak though they be—and excited me to revel in the realms of fancy , and , above all , to wander amidst the boundless beauties of nature ; not as a rival to the master-minstrel , but as a far off worshipper and humble disciple . Carrying with me into the sunny south a vivid and indelible
impression of Scottish hospitality—which makes the friendly north the warmer clime—it will be a pride to me to be held in remembrance by any here , if it were only through the medium of a simple song . Yours , dear Sir , very truly , J . LEE STEVENS . Ramsay ' s Lodgings , foot of Union-street , Dundee , Monday , March 12 , 1838 . SONG .
Air— " Ap Shenkin , " or " We may roam through this world When the child of misfortune has wandered away From the land of his love , from the home of his joys , And the hopes he would cherish begin to decay , Like the flowers the withering tempest destroys , It is sweet amid exile to meet with a friend—In his comforts , his kindness , his sympathies
share—To be able with sorrow once more to contend—And to turn to new hopes from the fears of despair ! Oh ! there ' s ever a smile to succeed to a sigh , For pain yields her to pleasure as pleasure to pain ; And ' twere folly to mourn when the moment is nigh , In which joys may surround us and bless us again ! Such misfortune , and sorrow , and exile were mine , There seemed nothing to live for , to trust to , to bless ; But the sun that o ' ershadows may suddenly shine , And warm up into gladness the look of distress :
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Sailor's Song.
pn republishing the following extracts from the Dundee Courier , we have no doubt but our readers will amply share in the feelings of pleasure and gratitude which have given rise to the effusions of Brother Stevens , who seems to have adopted the very sentiment of Scottish poetry , and has rendered Ms thoughts still more welcome to their hospitality , by being conveyed in language sweet , fervid , and national . ] To the Editor ofthe Dundee Courier .
DEAR SIR . —On the eve of my departure from Dundee—fain do I hope that it is not for aye—I presume to ask the favour of your giving to the trifling effusions that accompany this , an unostentatious corner in the vestibule of the Temple of the Muses : would that they were worthy of a place beside the altar . Why I sometimes venture to write , and seldom avoid giving way to thought in the Scottish idiomyou will easily understand when I tell
, you , that the matchless poems of the immortal Burns rivetted the earliest attention of my youth—awoke the first feelings of poetic fervour in my soul , weak though they be—and excited me to revel in the realms of fancy , and , above all , to wander amidst the boundless beauties of nature ; not as a rival to the master-minstrel , but as a far off worshipper and humble disciple . Carrying with me into the sunny south a vivid and indelible
impression of Scottish hospitality—which makes the friendly north the warmer clime—it will be a pride to me to be held in remembrance by any here , if it were only through the medium of a simple song . Yours , dear Sir , very truly , J . LEE STEVENS . Ramsay ' s Lodgings , foot of Union-street , Dundee , Monday , March 12 , 1838 . SONG .
Air— " Ap Shenkin , " or " We may roam through this world When the child of misfortune has wandered away From the land of his love , from the home of his joys , And the hopes he would cherish begin to decay , Like the flowers the withering tempest destroys , It is sweet amid exile to meet with a friend—In his comforts , his kindness , his sympathies
share—To be able with sorrow once more to contend—And to turn to new hopes from the fears of despair ! Oh ! there ' s ever a smile to succeed to a sigh , For pain yields her to pleasure as pleasure to pain ; And ' twere folly to mourn when the moment is nigh , In which joys may surround us and bless us again ! Such misfortune , and sorrow , and exile were mine , There seemed nothing to live for , to trust to , to bless ; But the sun that o ' ershadows may suddenly shine , And warm up into gladness the look of distress :