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!

COME, BEAUTEOUS DAY.

Bring me my rest!

Never can these sweet thorny roses,

Whereon my heart reposes,

Be into slumber pressed.

Day be my night!

Night hath no stars to rival with her eyes;
Night hath no peace like his who lies
Upon her bosom white.

She did transmute

This my poor cell into a paradise,

Gorgeous with blossoming lips and dewy eyes,

And all her beauty's fruit.

Nor dull nor gray

Seems to mine eyes this dim and wintry morn :

Ne'er did the rosy banners of the dawn

Herald a brighter day.

Come, beauteous day!

Come! or in sunny light, or storm eclipse!
Bring me the immortal Summer of her lips;

Then have thy way!

WILLIAM HENRY HURLBUT.

A LITTLE WHILE.

BEYOND the smiling and the weeping I shall be soon ;

Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping,

Beyond the blooming and the fading I shall be soon;

Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading,

I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home!

Sweet hope!

Lord, tarry not, but come!

Beyond the rising and the setting

I shall be soon;

Beyond the calming and the fretting, Beyond remembering and forgetting,

I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home!

Sweet hope!

Lord, tarry not, but come!

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