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THE GUDE-WIFE.
FEEL I'm growing auld, gude-wife, I feel I'm growing auld, gude-wife,
1 I feel I'm growing auld;

I feel I'm growing auld;
My steps are frail, my een are bleared, From youth to age I've keepit warm
My pow is unco bauld.

The luve that ne'er turned cauld.
I've seen the snaws o’ fourscore years

I canna bear the dreary thocht O'er hill and meadow fa',

That we maun sindered be; And, hinnie, were it no for you,

There's naething binds my puir auld heart I'd gladly slip awa'.

To earth, gude-wife, but thee.

JAMES LINEN.

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"NOT OURS THE VOWS.
TOT ours the vows of such as plight And rendered us, by sorrow's ties,
Their troth in sunny weather,

Each to the other dearer.
While leaves are green, and skies are bright,
To walk flowers together.

Love, born in hours of joy and mirth,

With mirth and joy may perish ;
But we have loved as those who tread

That to which darker hours gave birth
The thorny path of sorrow,

Still more and more we cherish.
With clouds above, and cause to dread It looks beyond the clouds of time,
Yet deeper gloom to-morrow.

And through death's shadowy portal;

Made by adversity sublime,
That thorny path, those stormy skies,

By faith and hope immortal.
Have drawn our spirits nearer;

BERNARD BARTON.

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RELIGION.

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Through life's vapors dimly seeing,

Who but longs for light to break ?

Oh, the feverish dream of being !

When, oh when, shall we awake?

CONDER.

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