Martinsburgh Gazette

COSMOPOLITE.

From The ShamRock.

The following beautiful and affecting lines are the production of Mr. M'Creery, of Petersburg, (Virginia)-they were never before published, and are, we understand, intended for the musical collection, with which Mr. M'Creery will very soon favor the amateurs of fine composition.

Tune The Brown Thorn.

On yonder bloody battle-field,
Where late the deadly bullet flew,
And cannon prov'd the British shield,
When pikes the sons of Erin drew;
A spot where once the hamlet stood,
With all its gay and merry train,
Is seen--and known by stains of blood,
Of mothers, wives and infants slain.

Beneath a brown and naked thorn,
By winter's angry blast made bare,
Stood fair Eliza, faint, forlorn,
Loose to the storm her streaming hair:
The scanty berries from the bush
She pick'd-and then in accents wild--
"Hush, little darling baby, hush!
Come eat--my little orphan child

"'Twas here, when spring's warm breezes blow,
And cloth'd the boughs in nature's pride,
And spread the fragrant blossom's hue;
I pledg'd myself your father's bride;
His voice yet vibrates thro' my breast;
For oh! it was the voice of love-
While to his heart with ardor press'd,
Enrapt we sought the marriage grove.

"Alas the ruffian soldier came,
And he was brave, he scorn'd to fly
Envelop'd by devouring flame,
I saw him fight, and faint and die.
Since then-oh hush! my baby hush!
Since then-but hush! they come again."

Faint on her cheek a hectic flush
Appear'd-she fled across the plain.