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“O Yarrow fields! may never never rain Take aff, take aff these bridal weeds,
Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, And crown my careful head with willow. For there was basely slain my love, My love, as he had not been a lover. “Pale though thou art, yet best, yet best
beloved, “ The boy put on his robes, his robes of 0, could my warmth to life restore thee! green,
Ye'd lie all night between my breasts, His purple vest, 't was my ain sewing;, No youth lay ever there before thee. Ah! wretched me! I little little kenned He was in these to meet his ruin. “Pale pale, indeed, O lovely lovely youth,
Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter, * The boy took out his milk-white milk. And lie all night between my breasts, white steed,
No youth shall ever lie there after." Unheedful of my dule and sorrow, But e'er the to-fall of the night
Return, return, O mournful mournful He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow. bride,
Return and dry thy useless sorrow : “Much I rejoiced that waeful waeful day; Thy lover heeds nanght of thy sighs,
I sang, my voice the woods returning, Helies a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow. But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my love, and left me mourning.
ISAAC WATTS. “What can my barbarous barbarous father do,
(1674-1748.) But with his cruel rage pursue me? My lover's blood is on thy spear,
THE HEAVENLY LAND. How canst thou, barbarous man, then woo me?
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign; “My happy sisters may be, may be proud; Infinite day excludes the night, With cruel and ungentle scoffin,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers; "My brother Douglas may upbraid, up. Death, like a narrow sea, divides braid,
This heavenly land from ours. Aud strive with threatening words to Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood move me,
Stand dressed in living green; My lover's blood is on thy spear,
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, How canst thou ever bid me love thee?
While Jordan rolled between. "Yes, yes, prepare the bed, the bed of love, But timorous mortals start and shrink
With bridal sheets my body cover, To cross this narrow sea, Unbar, ye brielal maids, the door,
And linger shivering on the brink, Let in the expected husband lover. And fear to launch away. “But who the expected husband hus. O, could we make our doubts remove, hand is!
These gloomy doubts that rise, His hands, methinks, are bathed in And see the Canaan that we love slaughter.
With unbeclouded eyes, Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon, ('omes in his pale shroud, bleeding Could we but climb where Moses stood, after?
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold “Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down, flood,
O, lay his cold head on my pillow; Should fright us from the shore.
Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode; The pavement of those heavenly courts
Where I shall see my God.
There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite; dud cach the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.
LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVE EXCELLING. Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compassion!
Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart. Breathe, 0, breathe thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast; Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find the promised rest;
Alpha and Omega be;
Set our hearts at liberty.
(1708 - 1788.)
JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL.
JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high : Hide me,
O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide,
O, receive iny soul at last ! Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me: All iny trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing. Thou, () Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind :
Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive; Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave : Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above; Pray and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy precions love. Finish then thy new creation,
Pure, unspotted may we be; Let us see thy great salvation
Perfectly restored by thee: Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place! Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
For never title yet so mean could
THOMAS GRAY. prove, But there was eke a mind which did that
(1716-1771.) title love.
ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY One ancient hen she took delight to
CHURCHYARD. feed, The plodding pattern of the busy dame; The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, Which, ever and anon, impelled by The lowing herd winds slowlyo'er the lea; need,
The ploughman homeward plods his Into her school, begirt with chickens, weary way, came!
And leaves the world to darkness and to Such favor did her past deportment
claim : And, if Neglect had lavished on the Now fides the glimmering landscape on ground
the sight, Fragment of bread, she would collect and all the air a solemn stillness holds, the samne;
Save where the beetle wheels his drouing For well she knew, and quaintly could
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant What sin it were to waste the smallest
folds; crumb she found. Herbs too she knew, and well of each Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower could speak
The moping owl does to the moon comThat in her garden sipped the silvery of such as, wandering near her secret
plain Where no vain flower disclosed a gaudy Molest her ancient solitary reign.
bower, streak; But herbs for use, and physic, not a few,
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew'. Of gray renown, within those borders tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a moul. grew: Thetufted basil, pun-provoking thyme,
dering heap, Fresh baum, and marygold of cheerful Each in his narrow cell forever laid, hue;
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The lowly gill, that nerer dares to climb;
The breezy call of incense-breathing And more I fain would sing, disdaining
morn, here to rhyme.
The swallow twittering from the straw
built shed, Yet euphrasy may not be left unsung, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing That gives dim eyes to wander leagues horn, around,
No more shall rouse them from their And pungent radish, biting infant's
lowly bed. tongue, And plantain ribbed, that heals the reaper's wound,
For them no more the blazing hearth
shall burn, And marjoram sweet, in shepherd's
Or busy housewife ply her evening care; posy found, And lavender, whose spikes of azure
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to bloom
share. Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles
bound, To lurk amidst the labors of her loom, | Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, And crown her kerchiefs clean with Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has mickle rare perfume.