They praised that maiden's courage rare, her high and dauntless
heart.




AN AUTUMN EVENING AT MURRAY BAY.


Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and
drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters 'gainst a bleak and rock-bound
shore,
While the sea-birds' weird voices mingle with their surging roar.

Vainly seeks the eye a flow'ret 'mid the desolation drear,
Or a spray of pleasant verdure which the gloomy scene might
cheer;
Nought but frowning crags and boulders, and long sea-weeds,
ghastly, dank,
With the mosses and pale lichens, to the wet rocks clinging rank.

See, the fog clouds thickly rolling o'er the landscape far and
wide,
Till the tall cliffs look like phantoms, seeking 'mid their
shrouds to hide;
On they come, the misty masses of the wreathing vapour white,
Filling hill and mead and valley, blotting earth and heaven from
sight.