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Sometimes my books by day shall kill the hours,
While from thy needle rise the silken flowers,
And thou, by turns, to ease my feeble sight,
Resume the volume, and deceive the night.
0, when I mark thy twinkling eyes opprest,
Soft whispering, let me warn my love to rest ;
Then watch thee, charmed, while sleep locks every

And to sweet Heaven commend thy innocence.
Thus reigned our fathers o'er the rural fold,
Wise, hale, and honest, in the days of old ;
Till courts arose, where substance pays for show,
And specious joys are bought with real woe.

Her finger was so small, the ring
Would not stay on which they did bring, -

It was too wide a peck ;
And, to say truth, —- for out it must,
It looked like the great collar — just

About our young colt's neck.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,

As if they feared the light; But 0, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.


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And the music's brisker din
At the bridegroom's entering in,
Entering in, a welcome guest,
To the chamber of his rest.

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Now the jocund song is thine,
Bride of David's kingly line ;
How thy dove-like bosom trembleth,
And thy shrouded eye resembleth
Violets, when the dews of eve
A moist and tremulous glitter leave

On the bashful sealed lid !
Close within the bride-veil hid,
Motionless thou sitt'st and mute;
Save that at the soft salute
Of each entering maiden friend,
Thou dost rise and softly bend.

Then before All they stand, the holy vow
And ring of gold, no fond illusions now,
Bind her as his. Across the threshold led,
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed,
His house she enters, there to be a light,
Shining within, when all without is night;
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures and his cares diviling,
Winning him back when mingling in the throng,
Back from a world we love, alas ! too long,
To fireside happiness, to hours of ease,
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

her eyes read his ; her gentle mind
To all his wishes, all his thoughts inclined ;
Still subject, ever on the watch to borrow
Mirth of his mirth and sorrow of his sorrow !
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly —

A thousand melodies unheard before !

Hark! a brisker, merrier glee !
The door unfolds, - 't is he ! 't is he !
Thus we lift our lamps to meet him,
Thus we touch our lutes to greet him.
Thou shalt give a fonder meeting,
Thou shalt give a tenderer greeting.



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WIFE, CHILDREN, AND FRIENDS. But happy they ! the happiest of their kind !

Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate When the black-lettered list to the gods was pre- Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. sented

'T is not the coarser tie of human laws, (The list of what fate for each mortal intends), Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, And slipped in three blessings, — wife, children, Attuning all their passions into love ; and friends.

Where friendship full-exerts her softest power,

Perfect esteem enlivened by desire In vain surely Pluto maintained he was cheated, Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;

For justice divine could not compass its ends. Thought meeting thought, and will preventing The scheme of man's penance heswore was defeated,

will, For earth becomes heaven with-wife, children, With boundless confidence : for naught but love and friends.

Can answer love, and render bliss secure.

Meantime a smiling offspring rises round, If the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands vested, And mingles both their graces. By degrees,

The fund ill secured, oft in bankruptcy ends; The human blossom blows ; and every day, But the heart issues bills which are never protested, Soft as it rolls along, shows some new charm, When drawn on the firm of — wife, children, The father's lustre and the mother's bloom. and friends.

Then infant reason grows apace, and calls

For the kind hand of an assiduous care. The day-spring of youth still unclouded by sorrow, To teach the young idea how to shoot,

Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, Alone on itself for enjoyment depends ; But drear is the twilight of age if it borrow

To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, No warmth from the smile of — wife, children,

To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix and friends.

The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
O, speak the joy ! ye whom the sudden tear



Surprises often, while you look around,
And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss,
All various Nature pressing on the heart;
An clegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labor, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven.
These are the matchless joys of virtuous love ;
And thus their moments fly. The Seasons thus,
As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll,
Still find them happy; and consenting Spring
Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads :
Till evening comes at last, serene and mild;
When after the long vernal day of life,
Enamored more, as more remembrance swells
With many a proof of recollected love,
Together down they sink in social sleep;
Together freed, their gentle spirits fly
To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.


She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
I never saw a fairer,
I never lo'ed a dearer,
And neist my heart I 'll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine.
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
The warld's wrack we share o't,
The warstle and the care o't:
Wi' her I 'll blythely bear it,
And think my lot divine.





My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die; O The banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee,

Albeit I ask no fairer life than this, And love in a cottage for Mary and me!

Whose numbering-clock is still thy gentle kiss, There's not in the land a lovelier tide, And I'm sure that there's no one so fairas my bride. While Time and Peace with hands unlockédtly, She's modest and meek,

Yet care I not where in Eternity There's a down on her cheek,

We live and love, well knowing that there is

No backward step for those who feel the bliss And her skin is as sleek

Of Faith as their most lofty yearnings high :
As a butterfly's wing;

Love hath so purified my being's core,
Then her step would scarce show
On the fresh-fallen snow,

Meseems I scarcely should be startled, even,

To find, some morn, that thou hadst gone before ; And her whisper is low,

Since, with thy love, this knowledge too was But as clear as the spring.

given, O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee,

Which each calm day doth strengthen more and And love in a cottage for Mary and me ! I know not how love is happy elsewhere,

That they who love are but one step from Heaven. I know not how any but lovers are there. O, so green is the grass, so clear is the stream, So mild is the mist and so rich is the beam, That beauty should never to other lands roam,

I CANNOT think that thou shouldst pass away, But make on the banks of our river its home!

Whose life to mine is an eternal law, When, dripping with dew,

A piece of nature that can have no flaw, The roses peep through,

A new and certain sunrise every day ; "T is to look in at you

But, if thou art to be another ray
They are growing so fast;

About the Sun of Life, and art to live
While the scent of the flowers

Free from all of thee that was fugitive, Must be hoarded for hours,

The debt of Love I will more fully pay, ”T is poured in such showers

Not downcast with the thought of thee so high,

But rather raised to be a nobler man,
When my Mary goes past.
O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee,

And more divine in my humanity,
And love in a cottage for Mary and me!

As knowing that the waiting eyes which scan 0, Mary for me, Mary for me,

My life are lighted by a purer being, And 't is little I'd sigh for the banks of the Lee! And ask meek, calm-browed deeds, with it agree



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