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(>8 .MOI>KRN SCOTTISH POETS.

I visit now our wonted hiiunts. T seek, but a" in vain,
That trentle form that I nae niair on earth will meet a^'ain :
For ovrre her lonely, lowly grave the dews o* e'enin' fa'.
An" cauld's the heart ance warm to me — the lassie that's awa.

This warld is now a dreary an" a weary warld to me,
Sin' in the downy sleejj o" death my Mary closed her ee ;
iiarth's fleeting joys and vain pursuits nae pleasure yields ava.
They a' hae tint their histre wi' the lassie that's awa.

Fareweel to braes sae braw an' green, to streams sae bright an'

clear,
To silent grove an' shady dell, sae sacred an' sae dear ;
Nae heart can number owre my woes, my griefs, an' sorrows a",
Nor tongue can tell how weel I lo'ed the lassie that's awa.



IS THE AULD GUIDMAN AYE LEEVIN'?

Is the auld gudeman aye leevin' ? has he warsled out fourscore ?

Is be able still to daunder out, and stap aboot the door ?

Is there kind and wholesome counsel aften drappin' frae his

tongue ?
Is he cracky 'mang the auld folks yet, and jokie wi' the young?

Is the auld gudeman aye leevin' ? and does joy lit up his e'e,
Ah the grandchild streaks his hoary hairs while seated on his

knee ?
When the bairnies romp about him, does he laugh wi" richt gude

wiU?
And wi' kindly voice, though falt'ring, does he bless the wee

things still ?

Is the auld gudeman aye leevin' ? is he able still to gang
To the parish kirk, on Sabbath morn, the villagers amang ?
In his seat foment the poopit are his silvery locks still seen ?
Does the pastor speak him kindly when he meets him on the
green?

Is the auld gudeman aye leevin' ? does his prayer at e'en ascend
To the Source of all his comforts — to his Father and his

Friend ?
Is that dwelling still a Bethel, by his saintly presence cheered,
Where Jehovah's name is hallow'd, where Jehovah's naine is

feared ?

Is the auld gudeman aye leevin' ? then be Heaven his strength

and stay
In the languor and the helplessness of life's declining day ;
And that household, like the house of Obed-edom, shall be blest
When his dust in death is sleeping, and his soul has reach'd its

rest!



ROBERT SANDERSON. 69

MY LITTLE SON.

My little son, now slumbering sae helpless in my arms,
As fondly owre thy form I lean, an' feast upon thy charms,
While thrilling thoughts my bosom fill, an' tears o' joy my e'e,
I wonder what the blessing Is, that I should ask for thee !

My little son, 1 fondly wish that many mercies may

Be thine amid life's bustle and while journeying on life's way ;

Yet I'll beseech our Father for a greater boon than this.

That He may make thee holy, make thee happy, make thee His.

My little son, how winning and how innocent art thou !

How soft thy lips, how sweet thy breath, how beautiful thy

brow !
Assuredly in thy sweet form, sae angel-like, we have
A princely pledge and token of our heavenly Father's love.



OAF BRING THE STRANGER IN,

Gae bring the stranger in, gudewife,

Nor turn him frae the door,
But bid him rest his wearied limbs

Till that rude blast be o'er ;
The carlin's feckless, frail, an' auld,

His cleadin's scant and thin,
And ill he braves the winter's cauld —

Gae bring the stranger in.

The wind howls wild an' angrily,

Fast fa's the pelting rain.
While snugly here we're seated

In this hallan o' our ain ;
Yet, think, na mair deservin' o't

We e'er the least hae been.
The sma'est comfort o' our lot —

Gae bring the stranger in.

Gae bring the stranger in, gudewife —

We've lads an' lassies ten ; —
How some o" them may fare through life.

It's weel we dinna ken ;
But as we'd wish that Heaven would watch

Their wanderin's ilka ane,
And guartl and guide, whate'er betide —

Gae bring the stranger in.

Gae bring the stranger in, gudewife,

Till morn again shall daw' ;
There's room aneath



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