Rest thee, while o'er thy wreck I strew Spring's firstlings- Autumn blossoms rare, Shrink from its breathings keen : The cypress let me gather too, To shade thy last, cold, dreamless sleep. Long be thy rest, and deep! THREE SONGS. [JAMES HOGG.] I. LANG I sat by the broom sae green, On the bough that hung sae near me ; Mourns o'er its nest forsaken ;- Though my fond heart is breaking! THERE'S nae laddie coming for thee, my dear Jean, O Jeanie, dear Jeanie, when we twa were young, I sat on your knee, to your bosom I clung; You kiss'd me, and clasp'd me, and croon❜d your bit sang, An' bore me about when you hardly dought gang. An' when I fell sick, wi' a red watery ee, You watch'd your wee brother, and fear'd he wad dee; I felt the cool hand, and the kindly embrace, An' the warm trickling tears drappin' aft on my face. Sae wae was my young heart to see my Jean weep, III. I HAE naebody now, I hae naebody now, Wi' light locks waving o'er her brow, I hae naebody now, I hae naebody now, Where are they now-where are they now? There's naebody kens, there's naebody kens,- For the child o' their earthly love ;- Then calmly aneath the hand o' death Oh! dinna break, my poor auld heart, - For the unseen hand that threw the dart Yet I maun mourn, an' I will mourn, For though my darling can never return, "I GO NOT FORTH." [ROBERT HOGG.] I Go not forth in pride of might, To combat for my country's right, Nor, flapping in the breeze on high, Yet, though that careth for me now I love thee, O my country!-thou But son of mine shall never tread O Scotland! thou art fair and wide, Than his that leaves thee now. This soul of mine is desolate, THE BOY OF HEAVEN. [MARY HOWITT.] ONE summer eve, seven little boys Beside a castle wall. And, whilst they play'd, another came, And stood among them there; A little boy with gentle eye, And thick and curling hair. The clothes he on his body wore And the girdle that was round his waist For a little while he look'd on them, "Whence comest thou, fair child? Hast been conceal'd? for until now "Dwell'st thou among the lonely hills, And dost thou chase the running deer, "And tell us what wild woodland name "They call'd me Willie," said he, " on earth,——— They call me so in heaven! "My father with King David dwells, In the land of God dwells he; And my sweet mother, so kind and good, Is set by the Virgin's knee. "Seven years ago we went to heaven; 'Twas in the winter chill, When icy cold the winds did blow, And mists were on the hill; "But when we reach'd the land of heaven, 'Twas like a summer's day; The skies were blue, and a thousand flowers "Oh, the land of heaven is beautiful! And fairer apples than ever ye saw, Within the gardens grow! "I have walk'd by the side of Abraham; I have sate at Mary's knee; And the ten thousand little ones Of heaven, they play with me! "We wander by the Rivers of Life, And through the forests old, And o'er the boundless hills of heaven. The sheep of God's own fold." Then up and spoke a little boy, "My mother is dead, and gone to heaven, "Thou canst not go with me," he said, "That home thou canst not win, If thou have an ill word on thy tongue, "For the way is long and wearisome, And with any sin upon thy soul, From earth thou couldst not rise. "There are waters deep and wild to pass, Like the heavy rock that will not float, "And there are raging fires to pass, Is sin,-red-hot as a burning share- "Wilt try the path? wilt go with me Now the Boy of Heaven to a chamber came And he marvell'd if 'twere his sister dear For she used to have a pillow of down But he knew her by her small, small foot, And he knew her by the long bright hair But the pleasant things about the room And "Oh," he said, 66 my sister dear, Have they left thee all alone?" Just then she spoke in troubled dreams, 66 And made a gentle moan. They have taken from me my pillow of down, They have given me straw instead ; They have taken from me the wheaten cakes, "The strings of pearl my mother wore I sit in corners of the house, And hardly dare to speak! "For they are stern, and love me not, No gentle friends are here— I wish I was in the heavens above With my own brother dear!" Then Willie he bent him down to the ground, And knelt upon his knee; He breathed heaven's breath upon her lips, And gave her kisses three. |