TRADUCTION DES STANCES DE GILBERT

par Sir Tollemache Sinclair.

At the banquet of life an infortunate guest, *

One day I appeared and I die; I die, to the tomb, which I reach, where I'll rest,

With tears none will come or a sigh.

Hail! fields which I loved and you verdure so gay,

And you smiling nook in the wood, Sky, tent of man, Bright matchless nature's array,

Hail for the last time, thou chief good. Oh ! may your dear charm long be seen as of yore,

By friends deaf to my sad farewell ; May they die full of days, may their death be wept o'er,

May friends close their eyes, mourn fate's sj)ell !