XLII.

ON PARTING.

The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left,
Shall never part from mine,
Till happier hours restore the gift
Untainted back to thine.

Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,

An equal love may see:

The tear that from thine eyelid streams, Can weep no change in me.

I ask no pledge to make me blest,
In gazing when alone;

Nor one memorial for a breast,

Whose thoughts are all thine own.

Nor need I write-to tell the tale,
My pen were doubly weak:
Oh! what can idle words avail,

Unless the heart could speak?

By day or night, in weal or woe,
That heart, no longer free,

Must bear the love it cannot show,

And silent ache for thee.

XLIII.

IN SUMMER, WHEN THE HAY WAS MAWN.

In simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn waved green in ilka field,
While clover blooms white o'er the lea,
And roses blaw in ilka bield;
Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel',
Says, I'll be wed, come o't what will;
Out spak a dame in wrinkl'd eil',

O' gude advisement comes nae ill.

'Tis ye hae wooers mony a ane,

And, lassie, ye're but young ye ken,
Then wait a wee, and canny wale

A routhie but, a routhie ben:
There's Johnnie o' the Buskie-glen,
Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre;
Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,
'Tis plenty beets the lover's fire.

For Johnnie o' the Buskie-glen
I dinna care a single flee ;

He lo'es sae weel his craps and kye,
He has nae love to spare for me :
But blythe's the blink o' Robie's e'e,
And weel I wat he lo'es me dear;
Ae blink o' him I wadna gie

For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.

O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught,
The canniest gate the strife is sair;
But aye fu' han't is fechting best,
A hungry care's an unco care:

But some will spend and some will spare,
And wilfu' fouk maun hae their will;
Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,

Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.

O gear will buy me rigs o' land,

And gear will buy me sheep and kye, But the tender heart o' leesome love, The gowd and siller canna buy. We may be poor, Robie and I;

Light is the burden love lays on:

Content and love brings peace and joy;

What mair hae queens upon a throne?

XLIV.

I SAW FROM THE BEACH.

AIR. -"Miss Molly."

I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,
A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on;
I came, when the sun o'er that beach was declining-
The bark was still there, but the waters were gone!

Oh! such is the fate of our life's early promise,

So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone!

Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning

The close of our day, the calm of our night;—

Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light.

O who would not welcome that moment's returning,
When passion first wak'd a new life through his frame,
And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning,
Gave out all his sweets to love's exquisite flame!

S

XLV.

BONNY PEGGY, O.

AIR.-"Bonny lassie, O."

O we aft hae met at e'en, bonny Peggy, O,
On the banks of Cart sae green, bonny Peggy, O,
Where the waters smoothly rin,

Far aneath the roaring linn,

Far frae busy strife and din, bonny Peggy, O.

When the lately crimson west, bonny Peggy, O, In her darker robe was drest, bonny Peggy, O, And the sky of azure blue,

Deck'd with stars of golden hue,

Rose majestic to the view, bonny Peggy, O.

When the sound of flute or horn, bonny Peggy, O, On the gale of evening borne, bonny Peggy, O, We have heard in echoes die,

While the wave that rippl'd by,

Sung a soft and sweet reply, bonny Peggy, O.