YARROW VISITED. Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom, And age to wear away in! Yon cottage seems a bower of bliss, A covert for protection Of tender thoughts that nestle there, How sweet, on this autumnal day, YARROW VISITED. And what if I enwreath'd my own! I see-but not by sight alone, A ray of fancy still survives- The vapours linger round the heights, Will dwell with me--to heighten joy, And cheer my mind in sorrow. JOCK O' HAZELDEAN. "WHY weep ye by the tide, ladye? Sae comely to be seen:" But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. "Now let this wilfu' grief be done, His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen: " "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; |