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Beneath thy bonnie bless blood bosoms swell bravest heart aye bright clanking of Slavery's corse countless bosoms curse dark dearie—dinna deep and vast Demon dost thou doth surely dread dream e'en earth eternal evermore fate Father fear fiery throat loud flashing Forever glorious Christian fight Go ask gone happiest hawthorn tree Hearest thou heart doth thrill Heaven Heavenly hell hour by hour LAYING AND RUNNING life's light love doth loving glance loving heart MADMAN S REVERIE mair mak's mercy mill will never mortal naught ne'er never grind o'er thy pale past peace poor pride rail sad and lone shine sigh Slavery's chain sorrow streamlet sweet Sweet angel tender word thine thou art Thou hast thou may'st Thou'rt thoughts throat loud shrieking thy bonnie e'e Thy days Thy rainy day thy soul true truth Twas twixt twould WARNING VOICE WATER-MILL weary Wha's
Page 6 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Page 9 - The summer winds revive no more leaves strewn o'er earth and main, The sickle never more will reap the yellow garnered grain ; The rippling stream flows ever on, aye, tranquil, deep and still, But never glideth back again to busy water-mill. The solemn proverb speaks to all, with meaning deep and vast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past.
Page 10 - Oh ! the wasted hours of life, that have swiftly drifted by, Alas ! the good we might have done, all gone without a sigh ; Love that we might once have saved by a single kindly word, Thoughts conceived but ne'er expressed, perishing unpenned, unheard. Oh ! take the lesson to thy soul, forever clasp it fast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past.
Page 10 - The solemn proverb speaks to all, with meaning deep and vast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past." Oh ! clasp the proverb to thy soul, dear loving heart and true, For golden years are fleeting by, and youth is passing too ; Ah ! learn to make the most of life, nor lose one happy day, For time will ne'er return sweet joys neglected, thrown away ; Nor leave one tender word unsaid, thy kindness sow broadcast — " The mill will never grind again with water that is past.
Page 10 - The mill will never grind again with water that is past." Work on while yet the sun doth shine, thou man of strength and will, The streamlet ne'er doth useless glide by clicking water-mill ; Nor wait until to-morrow's light beams brightly on thy way, For all that thou canst call thine own lies in the phrase " to-day ; Possessions, power, and blooming health, must all be lost at last — '' The mill will never grind again with water that is past.
Page 20 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Page 9 - As on the field the reapers sing, while binding up the sheaves ! A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past.
Page 11 - For come it will when thou must scan, dark errors of the past, Soon will this fight of life be o'er, and earth recede from view, And Heaven in all its glory shine, where all is pure and true, Ah! then thou'lt see more clearly still, the proverb deep and vast, "The mill will never grind with water that is past.
Page 40 - Strewing blessings all round thee, with heart gushing o'er Flowing on to the ocean of love evermore. Religion is nothing, pretensions are vain, If works are still wanting, ah! where is thy gain ? As bark cast away on some desolate shore — As wreck on the deep thou art gone evermore. Thy days fleet away as a meteor's gleam, Flashing bright for a moment they fade as a dream; Yea! dream though it be, yet on far distant shore Shall in thunders re-echo the past evermore. As flowers dost thou blossom,...