SHE'S GANE TO DWALL IN HEAVEN. SHE'S gane to dwall in Heaven, my lassie! O what'll she do in Heaven, my lassie? She'll mix her ain thochts wi' angels' sangs, She was beloved by a', my lassie : She was beloved by a'; But an angel fell in love wi' her, 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: Thou left me naught to covet ahin', COME, BEAUTEOUS DAY I looked on thy death-cauld face, my lassie; I looked on thy death-shut eye, my lassie: An' a lovelier light in the brow o' Heaven Thy lips were ruddy an' calm, my lassie: But gane was the holy breath o' Heaven There's naught but dust now mine, lassie : 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; 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! 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! 397 A LITTLE WHILE. Beyond the gathering and the strowing Beyond the ebbing and the flowing, Beyond the coming and the going, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come! Beyond the parting and the meeting Beyond the farewell and the greeting, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come! Beyond the frost-chain and the fever Beyond the rock-waste and the river, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come! HORATIUS BONAR. |