A LITTLE WHILE. Beyond the gathering and the strowing Beyond the ebbing and the flowing, Beyond the coming and the going, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come! Beyond the parting and the meeting Beyond the farewell and the greeting, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come! Beyond the frost-chain and the fever Beyond the rock-waste and the river, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come! HORATIUS BONAR Too late I stayed-forgive the crime; Unheeded flew the hours: How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers! And who, with clear account, remarks The ebbings of his glass, MONTROSE TO HIS MISTRESS. When all its sands are diamond sparks, Ah! who to sober measurement ROBERT WILLIAM SPENCER MONTROSE TO HIS MISTRESS. My dear and only love, I pray Which virtuous souls abhor, As Alexander I will reign, He either fears his fate too much, Who dares not put it to the touch, MONTROSE TO HIS MISTRESS. But I will reign and govern still, Thou storm or vex me sore, As if thou set me as a blind, And in the empire of thy heart, If others do pretend a part, Or dare to share with me; Or committees if thou erect, But if no faithless action stain I'll deck and crown thy head with bays, JAMES GRAHAME, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. THE POETS BRIDAL-DAY SONG. O, MY love's like the steadfast sun, One moment, my sweet wife, from thee. Even while I muse, I see thee sit We stayed and wooed, and thought the moon Or lingered 'mid the falling dew, When looks were fond and words were few. Though I see smiling at thy feet, Have dimmed thine eye and touched thy rose, |