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Seemed to inundate her soul with indefinable longings,
oak-trees, Passed she along the path to the edge of the measureless
Silent it lay, with a silvery haze upon it, and fire-flies Gleaming and floating away in mingled and infinite numbers. Over her head the stars, the thoughts of God in the heavens, Shone on the
who had ceased to marvel and worship, Cave when a blazing comet was seen on the walls of that
temple, As if a hand had appeared and written upon them, “Uphare
And the soul of the maiden, between the stars and the fire
flies, Wandered alone, and she cried, "O Gabriel! O my beloved ! Art thou so near unto me, and yet I cannot behold thee? Art thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does not reach
Ah! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah! how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands
around me! Ah! how often beneath this oak, returning from labor, Thou hast lain down to rest, and to dream of me in thy
slumbers ! When shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about
thee?" Loud and sudden and near the note of a whippoorwill
sounded Like a flute in the woods ; and anon, through the neighbor
ing thickets, Farther and farther away it floated and dropped into silence. “Patience!” wbispered the oaks from oracular caverns of
darkness; And, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh responded, “To-mor
Longfellow : Evangeline.
Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head, an'a' that?
We dare be poor for a' that!
Our toils obscure, an'a' that,
The man 's the gowd 1 for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey,' an'a' that?
A man 's a man for a' that.
Their tinsel show, an'a' that,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie 8 ca’d “
He's but a coof - for a' that.
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that!
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! 5
Their dignities, an' a' that,
Are higher rank than a' that. 1 Gold. 2 Coarse gray woolen. 8 A conceited fellow. 4 A dullard,
5 “The power of making an honest man, as a belted knight is made, is & power no king can be allowed to claim."
Then let us pray
Shall bear the gree1 an' a' that!
It's comin' yet for a' that,
Burns: For A' That and A' That.
I Have the first place.
Not with bleeding hands and feet,
In an attitude imploring,
his bosom crossed,
Then amid his exaltation,
Deep distress and hesitation
Should he go or should he stay ?
Straightway to his feet he started,
At the gate the poor were waiting,