The lilies of the valley

By young graves weep;

The daisies love to dally

Where maidens sleep.

May their bloom, in beauty vying,

Never wane

Where thine earthly part is lying,

Florence Vane!

PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE.

THE ROSE.

Go, lovely rose !

Tell her that wastes her time and me,

That now she knows,

When I resemble her to thee,

How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,

And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung

In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth

Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,

Suffer herself to be desired,

And not blush so to be admired.

Then die that she

The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee:

How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.

EDMUND Waller.

WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER.

WE have been friends together,

In sunshine and in shade,

Since first beneath the chestnut trees
In infancy we played;

But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow.

We have been friends together:

Shall a light word part us now?

We have been gay together:

We have laughed at little jests;
For the fount of hope was gushing,
Warm and joyous, in our breasts;
But laughter now hath fled thy lip,
And sullen glooms thy brow.
We have been gay together:

Shall a light word part us now?

We have been sad together;

We have wept, with bitter tears,

O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered
The hopes of early years;

The voices which are silent there

Would bid thee clear thy brow.

We have been sad together:

O! what shall part us now?

CAROLINE ELIZABETH NORTON.

SHE'S GANE TO DWALL IN HEAVEN.

SHE'S gane to dwall in Heaven, my lassie!
She's gane to dwall in Heaven:
Ye're owre pure, quo' the voice o' God,
For dwallin' out o' Heaven!

O what'll she do in Heaven, my lassie?
O what'll she do in Heaven?

She'll mix her ain thochts wi' angels' sangs,
An' mak them mair meet for Heaven.

She was beloved by a', my lassie :
She was beloved by a';

But an angel fell in love wi' her,
An' took her frae us a'.

Low there thou lies, my lassie !

Low there thou lies!

A bonnier form ne'er went to the yird,

Nor frae it will arise.

Fu' soon I'll follow thee, my lassie :
Fu' soon I'll follow thee.

Thou left me naught to covet ahin',
But took gudeness' sel' wi' thee.

COME, BEAUTEOUS DAY.

I looked on thy death-cauld face, my lassie;
I looked on thy death-cauld face:
Thou seemed a lily new cut i' the bud,
An' fadin' in its place.

I looked on thy death-shut eye, my lassie:
I looked on thy death-shut eye;

An' a lovelier light in the brow o' Heaven
Fell Time shall ne'er destroy.

Thy lips were ruddy an' calm, my lassie :
Thy lips were ruddy an' calm;

But gane was the holy breath o' Heaven
To sing the evening psalm.

There's naught but dust now mine, lassie :
There's naught but dust now mine.
My saul's wi' thee i' the cauld grave,

An' why should I stay ahin'?

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

COME, BEAUTEOUS DAY

COME, beauteous day!

Never did lover on his bridal night

So chide thine over-eager light

As I thy long delay!