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Father of Mercy, oh ! teach us to see
Battles and murders are punished by Thee.
Men of the time,
Think of the crime ;
Need it be so in our century's chime.

War. war, terrible war !
Hate and destruction are ypked in thy car ;
Sweeping in fatal, delirious haste,
Laying a country in ruin and waste ;
What tongue could tell all 'he ills you have wrought,
Culling your victims from palace and cot ?
Brisk yet thy trade,
Deep dyed thy blade,
Where then the boasted* advancement we've made?

War, war, mis'rable war !
Loud are thy wailings, and heard near and far ;
Parents lamenting the loss of their sons,
Widows the lot of their fatherless ones ;
See the poor wretch escape from the strife,
Shattered and ruin'd, or crippled for life ;
Alas for the prize
And honour that lies
Drenched in a deluge of mis'ry and sighs.

War, war, hideous war !
Game of the devils ! God's progress to bar ;
Who dares to think he has Heaven on his side
Moved by the lust of ambition and pride ;
A voice from the dark, hoary annals of time
Tells us aggression was ever a crime.
Hell waits those who seek
To plunder the weak,
And Heaven alone for the honest and meek.

THE A U L D MAN.

The auld man, the auld, auld man,
That dressed sae douce and plain,

We'll never see his kindly smile,
Or hear his voice again ;

For the Maister saw his work was done,
And bade an angel ca',



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And tak' his faithfu' servant hame
To the Far, Far Awa\

His hairns' bairns come frae the schule,

And clamber on his chair.
But sair their wee hearts miss the smile

O' him ance sitting there.
They've sought him lang by Lady's Mill,

And doon through Abbot's-haugh ;
And wonder aye what road he'll come

Frae the Far, Far Awa\

The few friends left o' lang, lang syne

Find nane to tak' his place ;
For deed, they say, the folks to-day

Are but a fickle race.
And as they think on bygane days,

A tear will tricklin' fa'
For him, their auld, auld trusty friend,

In the Far, Far Awa'.

His faither's faither, a farmer guid,

Was busy reein' beans,
When Charlie sent doon Fa'kirk braes

His Carnerons and M 'Leans.
But oh '• the din o' clashin' swords

He couldna thole ava,
His ways were peacefu', like the King's

In the Far, Far Awa'.

0, the auld man, the auld, auld man,

Left little gear to claim ;
But better still, the guid auld man

Has left a spotless name.
And the Maister looks wi' longing e'e

Frae His Love-Lichted Ha',
And sets his faithfu' servant doon

In the Far, Far Awa'.

CHILDHOOD.

Little, laughing, loving child-
Sweet as cherab, undented,
Pure as lily, chaste as rose,
Innocence and love's repose ;
Love that none can know without thee,
None can ever taate who doubt thee,
Ever tasting can forget thee,
And the calm that doth beaet thee ;

iid in accents mild—
" Heaven is like a little child."



348 MODERN- SCOTTISH POETS.

See the snowdrop wreathed in snow,

See the tender crocus blow ;

Weaklings both, yet first to bring

Tidings of reviving spring.

And the little ones who love us

Teach us there's a power above us :

So let us be simple minded,

Nor to this gr


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