Alexandria Daily Gazette, Commercial & Political

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 spread the fragrant blossom's hue,
And cloth'd the boughs in nature's pride,
His voice yet vibrates thro' my breast,
I pledg'd myself your father's bride;
For oh ! it was the voice of love-.
While to his heart with ardor press'd,
Enrapt we sought the marriage grove.
And he was brave, he scorn'd to fly,
Alas ! the ruffian soldier came,
I saw him fight, and faint and die.
Envelop'd by devouring flame,
Since then -but hush !-they come again."
Since then--oh hush !-my baby hush!
Faint on her cheek a hectic flush
Appear'd-she fled across the plain.