My dying words attentive hear, "Tell him, if e'er again he keep "And may they never learn the gaets And bairns greet for them when they're deid. My poor toop-lamb, my son and heir, Oh, bid him breed him up wi' care; And if he live to be a beast, To pit some havins in his breast! "And warn him, what 1 winna name, "And neist my yowie, silly thing, "And now, my bairns, wi' my last breath I lea'e my blessin' wi' you baith: And when you think upo' your mither, "Now, honest Hughoc, dinna fail much money more drive wool always, good give from, foxes provide for tend portions, handfuls ways restless gaps stem, cabbage ancestors many bread weep tup manners ewes hoofs other senseless next, ewe from encounter any, tup mump, associate children both one another do not head eyes, dead She was nae get o' moorland tips, A bonnier fleesh ne'er crossed the clips Wae worth the man wha first did shape And Robin's bonnet wave wi crape, Oh a' ye bards on bonnie Doon' His heart will never get aboon- valley ewe over, hillock roll rams matted fleece ancestors from beyond fleece woe dangerous, rope grin who, pipes moan above A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH OH thou unknown, Almighty Cause In whose dread presence, ere an hour If I have wandered in those paths As something, loudly, in my breast, Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me Where human weakness has come short, Do Thou, All-good! for such thou art, Where with intention I have err'd, But, Thou art good; and goodness still STANZAS ON THE SAME OCCASION. WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode? And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. "Forgive my foul offence!" Fain would I say, Fain promise never more to disobey; Again exalt the brute, and sink the man; Oh Thou, great Governor of all below! To rule their torrent in the allowed line; And, like the rootless stubble, tost For why that God the good adore THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH OH Thou, the first, the greatest friend Whose strong right hand has ever been Before the mountains heaved their heads Before this ponderous globe itself Arose at Thy command; That Power which raised and still upholds This universal frame, From countless, unbeginning time, Was ever still the same. Those mighty periods of years Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before Thy sight Than yesterday that's past. Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature man, Again Thou say'st, "Ye sons of men, Return ye into nought!" Thou layest them with all their cares As with a flood Thou tak'st them off With overwhelming sweep. They flourish like the morning flower, In beauty's pride arrayed; But long ere night, cut down, it lies EPISTLE TO JOHN RANKINE I'VE sent you here some rhyming ware, Yon sang, ye'll sen 't wi' canny care, more So, when song, thoughtfu |