A HAPPY WIFE. Where bird-notes joined with brook-notes glid ing by, Shall make us music as we sit at ease. Or if amid the city's busy din Is built the nest for which we look and long, No sound without shall mar the peace within, The calm of love that time has proved so strong, Or if, ah! solemn thought, this home of ours A HAPPY WIFE. He wraps me round with his riches, I have plighted my woman's affections, To a day when beneath the branches And saw in its bosom an image I would not resign his devotion, For the change that condition gives: My heart in the midst of its blessings Goes back to a day in June To a day when, beneath the branches, NEVER MORE ALONE. 105 Not like to like, but like in difference. She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, powers, Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be, Distinct in individualities, But like each other, even as those who love. Her white arm wad be a pillow for me, Fu' safter than the down; AULD ROBIN GRAY. When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye's come hame, And a' the weary warld to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Unkent by my gude-man, who sleeps sound by me. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; But saving ae crown, he had naething else beside: To make the crown a pound my Jamie gaed to sea, And the crown and the pound they were baith for me. He hadna been gane a twelve-month and a day, When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown away; My mither she fell sick-my Jamie was at sea And auld Robin Gray came a courting me. My father couldna work, my mither couldna spin ; And luve wad winnow owre us his kind, kind I toiled day and night, but their bread I wings, And sweetly I'd sleep, and soun'. Come here to me, thou lass o' my luve! Come here and kneel wi' me! The morn is fu' o' the presence o' God, And I canna pray without thee. The morn wind is sweet 'mang the beds o' new flowers, The wee birds sing kindlie an' hie; Our gudeman leans owre his kale-yard dike, And a blythe auld bodie is he. couldna win; Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in his e'e, Said "Jeanie, for their sakes, will ye no marry me?" My heart it said nay, and I looked for Jamie back; But hard blew the winds, and his ship was a wrack: His ship was a wrack-Why didna Jamie dee? The Beuk maun be ta’en whan the carle comes Or why am I spared to cry, Wae is me? 108 TO MY SISTER, ON THE EVE OF HER MARRIAGE. Lay thy hand upon thy mouth, brother, Lay thy hand upon thy mouth; Be when home is in our heart: Sister, touch again thy passionate lute, Chide no more - chide no more : Sooner far my voice were ever mute, Than to whisper our fond love were o'er. TO MY SISTER, ON THE EVE OF HER MARRIAGE. Thou art leaving the home of thy childhood, Is the song of the bird of the wild-wood Listless stray thy fingers through the chords, But I grieve for hours gone by, Culled together, And the merriment of fireside hours, Something whispers, though our heartstrings cannot sever, Nay, I will not, cannot, sister, see them flow; Were changed to long despairs, . . . till God's Weep no more, weep no more. There is solace from the deepest of our woe, We are one in joys undying, In the family of Heaven, And we own grace Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn bring And let it drop adown thy calmly great mourn not, like the Pleiades ever Deep being! Fast it sinketh, as a thing |