Earl March Looked on His Dying Child. 
By Campbell, Thomas. 


Earl March looked on his dying child,
And, smit with grief to view her,
"The youth," he cried, "whom I exiled
Shall be restored to woo her."

She's at the window many an hour
His coming to discover:
And he looked up to Ellen's bower,
And she looked on her lover - 

But ah! so pale, he knew her not,
Though her smile on him was dwelling - 
And am I then forgot -forgot?
It broke the heart of Ellen.

In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs,
Her cheek is cold as ashes;
Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes
To lift their silken lashes.