第38章 III.

Song Continued.

'But if beneath yon southern sky A plaided stranger roam, Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh, And sunken cheek and heavy eye, Pine for his Highland home;Then, warrior, then be shine to show The care that soothes a wanderer's woe;Remember then thy hap erewhile, A stranger in the lonely isle.

'Or if on life's uncertain main Mishap shall mar thy sail;If faithful, wise, and brave in vain, Woe, want, and exile thou sustain Beneath the fickle gale;Waste not a sigh on fortune changed, On thankless courts, or friends estranged, But come where kindred worth shall smile, To greet thee in the lonely isle.'