The Lady of the Lake

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 thine 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.’