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Hath she not dwelt too long
YES! there are real mourners,
I have seen Midst pain, and grief, and wrong? Then why not die ?
A fair sad girl, mild, suffering, and serene ; Why suffer again her doom of sorrow,
Attention (through the day) her duties claimed, And hopeless lie ?
And to be useful as resigned she aimed ; Why nurse the trembling dream until to-morrow? Neatly she drest, nor vainly seemed t expect Reply, reply!
Pity for grief, or pardon for neglect;
But when her wearied parents sunk to sleep, Death! Take her to thine arms,
She sought her place to meditate and weep ; In all her stainless charms !
Then to her mind was all the past displayed, And with her fly
That faithful memory brings to sorrow's aid :
For then she thought on one regretted youth, To heavenly haunts, where, clad in brightness,
Her tender trust, and his unquestioned truth ; The angels lie ! Wilt bear her there, 0 death! in all her white- In every place she wandered, where they 'd been, ness?
And sadly-sacred held the parting scene,
Where last for sea he took his leave ; that place
BRYAN WALLER PROCTER (BARRY CORNWALL).
FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER
Happy he sailed, and great the care she took She placed a decent stone his grave above,
She would have grieved, had friends presumed to
But if observer pass, will take her round,
“Thomas, I must die ;
sweet breeze, blow on! bower, Give me one look before my life be gone !
Then think of the friend who once welcomed it 0, give me that, and let me not despair !
too, One last fond look !-- and now repeat the And forgot his own griefs, to be happy with you. prayer.”
His griefs may return not a hope may remain
To the highest top sparkle each heart and each
Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
My soul, happy friends! will be with you that With him she prayed, to him his Bible read,
night; Soothed the faint heart, and held the aching Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your head :
Too blest if it tell me that, mid the gay cheer,
Some kind voice has murmured, “I wish he were
Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and And led him forth, and placed him in his chair.
care, Lively he seemed, and spake of all he knew,
And bring back the features which joy used to The friendly many, and the favorite few;
but then his hand she prest, Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ! And fondly whispered, “Thou must go to rest. Like the vase in which roses have once been dis“I go,” he said ; but as he spoke, she found
tilled His hand more cold, and fluttering was the You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you
will, Then gazed affrighted ; but she caught a last, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. A dying look of love, and all was past !
I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west,
Through mony a weary way;
The luve o' life's young day !
May weel be black gin Yule ;
Where first fond luve grows cule.
FROM “ALL 'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL."
I AM undone : there is no living, none,
It were all one,
O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path,
And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears,
And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up
The blithe blinks o’langsyne.
’T was then we luvit ilk ither weel,
'T was then we twa did part; Sweet time---sad time! twa bairns at scule,
Twa bairns, and but ae heart ! ’T was then we sat on ae laigh bink,
To leir ilk ither lear; And tones and looks and smiles were shed,
O, SAW YE BONNIE LESLEY.?
0, SAW ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the border ? She 's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever ; For nature made her what she is,
And ne'er made sic anither!
I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet,
When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof,
What our wee heads could think.
Wi' ae buik on our knee,
My lesson was in thee.