HOPE AND LOVE.

ONE day, through Fancy's telescope,
Which is my richest treasure,
I saw, dear Susan, Love and Hope
Set out in search of Pleasure:
All mirth and smiles I saw them go;
Each was the other's banker;
For Hope took up her brother's bow,
And Love, his sister's anchor.

They rambled on o'er vale and hill,
They pass'd by cot and tower;
Through summer's glow and winter's chill,
Through sunshine and through shower:
But what did those fond playmates care

For climate or for weather?

All scenes to them were bright and fair,
On which they gazed together.

HOPE AND LOVE.

Sometimes they turn'd aside to bless
Some Muse and her wild numbers,
Or breathe a dream of holiness

On Beauty's quiet slumbers.

"Fly on," said Wisdom, with cold sneers; "I teach my friends to doubt you:" "Come back," said Age, with bitter tears, "My heart is cold without you."

When Poverty beset their path,
And threaten'd to divide them,
They coax'd away the beldame's wrath,
Ere she had breath to chide them,
By vowing all her rags were silk,
And all her bitters honey,

And showing taste for bread and milk,
And utter scorn of money.

They met stern Danger in their way,

Upon a ruin scated;

Before him kings had quaked that day,
And armies had retreated:

But he was robed in such a cloud,

As Love and Hope came near him, That though he thunder'd long and loud, They did not see or hear him.

A gray-beard join'd them, Time by name; And Love was nearly crazy,

To find that he was very lame,

And also very lazy :

Hope, as he listen'd to her tale,

Tied wings upon his jacket;

And then they far outran the mail,

And far outsail'd the packet.

HOPE AND LOVE.

And so, when they had safely pass'd
O'er many a land and billow,
Before a grave they stopp'd at last,
Beneath a weeping willow:
The moon upon the humble mound
Her softest light was flinging;
And from the thickets all around
Sad nightingales were singing.

"I leave you here," quoth Father Time, As hoarse as any raven;

And Love kneel'd down to spell the rhyme
Upon the rude stone graven:

But Hope look'd onward, calmly brave,
And whisper'd, "Dearest brother,

We're parted on this side the grave,

We'll meet upon the other."

WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO'.

Jocky was a wag that never would wed,
Though long he had follow'd the lass:
Contented she earn'd and eat her brown bread,

And merrily turn'd up the grass.

Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free,

Won her heart right merrily:

Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cried, "No, no, it will not do;

I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to."

But when he vow'd he would make her his bride,

Though his flocks and herds were not few,

She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside,

And vow'd she 'd for ever be true.

Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free,

Won her heart right merrily:

At church she no more frowning said, "No, no, it will not do;

I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to."