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William Wyk Smitu, in the year Kighteen Hundred and Ei^rhty-Eight, in the Office of the Minister of Agriculture, at Ottawa. Cana CONTENTS f'KKFATt>KV lev. William ty-Ei({ht, ill MiSCBLLANKOtTS Circe The Sunset • • Jennie MacLean The Waiting of the Lark Summer Friends Sailing On Why do you Envy Me '! 'I'lie Boy and the l>ove C'omforted To my Son When Spring in its (Jlory was come. . . . Love and Innocence The New Year Fk)wcr.s to Bloom in Summers Brighter Under the Rose hidian Summer Fair Leila The Isle of the West The Legend of the Happy Islands The Rainbow -Julia 'AGE 7 fl 10 12 13 ir> m 17 18 20 21 22 24 2«i 27 2S 29 :m) 31 33 37 •3H i Canadian — J'he Second Concession of Deer Here's to the Land Death of Wolfe Youth and Age (), tne Woods When Johnnie went away . . . . , The Rosebud Early . . . . , 41 43 44 45 47 49 50 CONTKNTS. il.\S AltlAy —Coil fill lii'il. The Wild Rose :.l Inditvii Kails, Owen Sound ". .Vj The Fisliennan of Point I'eloc ."i," The lilue Sou is before Me .'.i .lolin ( ireenwood ."iii The Slieep- Washing .")> Sweet Content (H' Strike to the Chalk Ill The Days gone hy dj The Canadians on the Nile (i.; The (Jill that Drove the Reaper ^ . (il Canadian Winter S(Mig lii The Violet (iii . Think of Me 7 The Merry Maple 7. The N'cUinteer of '85 7 Scottish— The Vale of Tweed " The Nurse o' Men >l The Border Poet Nj Peden's Prayer s| The IJairnie Si Wee Jeanie s' The Ronnie Land ^'• Robert Fergusson !« Our Ronnie Bairn's Asleep The Prisoner Looh Saint Mary Habbie Simpson Rab MacQuheen and his Klsliin Hanie Again .... Ronnie Kneuch Wallace Wight James Guthrie . The Martyr of Solway Sands . . I <'()NTK.NTS. Ill lid ^1 111 l.'J li; li. Ill (i' ,S."i \S(*>Tri.-u.sh al)0()n Tra(|uair 144 The (JJio.st that Danced at Jethart 14,'> ( !in ye caiina gie tlie i'und 150 The Birdie that".s wantin' a Wing 151 {Ei-n;i(»r.s — I came, Imt I came with Myself I "m The .Merits of (.'hri.st for Nothing 150 The Cross -Hearer I57 Come, come, thou King Eternal |,')!> Better than all ICO I had one for an Enemy 101 When yon get Home 102 .My Heavenly Friend I O;^ Bethel |(;4 The Song of Moses JO,") (Jod of (ilory 100 Christ the only Priest 107 ^'"ses ,(jS The Mount of Vision 109 Israel Crossing Jordan I7O UKI' Hoiise on the Kock I"' There's a IJoat li,t« Launched Av^ay I'"' ('on»e to the Saviour Now IV' TriUisHj^ured I'' At the Treasury II' True Hepentance li'. Holy Saviour, Heavenly Bread IK ( -o fortli, go forth, ye ehosen !'.'• The Lepers \'S Jesus Risen !'• Now, now II' Tlie ( Had News jl" Saul of 'J'arsus iV Thou nmst keep Me 'Jl' Hr "' "ersuaded U' A Seot'di Paraphrase •Ji'. I liear the VV'ord 'J I'SALMS — The ( iodly-- I's. I •.'( The C'oming of the King- Ps. 11 Ji The Faithful Friend— Ps. XII '} The Creator's Power— Ps. XXIX J €^111. CONTENTS. psvr.Ms -Coiithini'i/ (oiiftHsiun imd I'anloM- IN. X.WII '-'1'2 l'..ll(.wiiiU Hani- XLII 21* i rill- City of the (;mit King Ph. \L\' II I 2Hi "MyHeaitisKixed." Pa. LVII 218 i Tlu- Slieltering R.)ck-I'8. LXI 220 ClirHt's Dominion- Ps. LXXII 221 r Tlu- Courts of the Lord— Ps. LXXXIN' 222 I 'Ihf ( ity of Our ( Jod- Ps. LX X X \' 1 1 224 ^ Our Almighty Friend- Ps. XCV 22i) Kxiiltc-d Praise— Ps. CX HI 226 A Plaint- Ps. CXX 227 The City of (;od— Ps. CXXII 22S Aid Implored— Ps. CXXIII 229 An Anthem— Ps. CXXI V 280 iod's Protection— Ph. CXXV 231 Out of Captivity— Ps. CXX\ I ... 2.S2 The niessing of the Saint -Ps. CXXV'll 2:};{ SuHerinu— Ps. CXXIX 234 Out of the Depths— Ps. CXXX 23;") Humility- Ps. CXXXI 236 Love of lirethreu-CXXXIIT 236 Blessing— Ps. CXXXIV 237 The Exile's Lament— Ps. CXXXVll 238 The Kver- Present (iod— Ps. CXXXI X 239 Universal Praise— Ps. CXLVIII 240 Kcstatic Praise -Ps. CVIII 242 iimirkn's Pieces — The Prince and the Beggar 245 Wiion our Ship Comes in 246 (iatlier the Flowers 247 Wondrous Star 24H The Ten Commandments 249 TJie Visitor 248 Seeing Not, Yet Loving 250 Childken's Pieces — Contimied. " Even a Cup of Cold Water." .:".l Imperfect -'*>- The Untie -'"' i my Saviour -■">•" Blessed Kingdom -"iii The Tongue -'■" Little White-Head '^"^ The Cow that ran to (xoderich -•> Teu Little Fingers -•"•'' David and Jonathan -'i'' Sweet to Know . . -''1 Some of the Hymns and other pieces in this volume have 1m come the property of The Sunday School Tinier, Philadelphia: David C. Cook, Chicago; and the Messrs. Dougall, Montreal and are inserted liere by their kind permission. < PREFATORY. ROM Uillowed Lakes beneath the Northern sta?-, *^» That throb against her granite battlements To where the Northern Lights hold mystic dance, Canadia lies, with mellow sunbeams crowned. 'Tis not a storied land of old romance For men still battle with the rooted ''iants . That once held solemn court o'er all the land ; — .\n(l all hei' Poets are but striplings yet, ^And joyous hope the keynote of their hymns. Yet one of these —not bay, but maple-crowned — 1^ Hath set him down to sing his country's praise. Not from the windows of the city, viewing The pride that but affects some other pride In lands alar, where Mammon hath grown oUl, And in his dotage flings his gold about : — But from the bosky dell and silent wood — Froui liill-top crowned with sumach and wild Itrier,- From gentle meadows, where the beaver once Held carnival amid the nameless streams— \ llll 'I ill! 8 PREFATORY. From cabins reared of most Titanic trunks, And roofed and ceiled with cedar, jis of old, — From fields of scented clover, sloping down Toward some gleaming lakelet in the vale, — From hidden corner of the tortuous fence, Amid the wild-flowers, and the long thin grass :- These are his outlooks, and from these he draws The inspiration of his rustic song. ff riDisccllaneous. CIRCE. In a beautiful Island dwelt Circe the Fair— i Child of the Light ! Sea-blue in her eyes, and the sun on her hair, - Golden and bright ; But the terror of those who adventured them there — Enchantress and sprite ! For she had been told that from far distant land, O'er the sea foam, A Hero should cast his light prow on the strand Of her sweet Island home ; And at sight of her beauty, and touch of he)' hand. Should nevermore roam I And though they might come who were noble to see, All smiling secure, — High over all Suitors her Hero should be, (Thus the Oracle sure) : For naught of the brute in his nature had he— Loving and pure. And so, with this augury always at hand. Early and late She put them to test 'neath her magical wand And her gobltjt of fate ; }\ "1.1' i 10 \V. W. SMITH S I'OKMS. And, swine if they were, they were swine at couiiimiid. And grunted and ate I And why should we blame, in her Isle 'mid the brine. The Enchantress alone ? If they had been nieri, they had never been swine, — Circe or none ! Oh bra<,'gart, beware I lest the doom should be thine. Ere rising of sun I For a man to the core is a man that will stand To be tested and tried : — And the bootless enchantments and magical wand Are all laid aside : — TheTrue-Hearted comes, and shegiveshini herhand Hei'o and Bride ! THE SUNSET. Banners hung out in the western sky, — Crimson, and golden and purple dye ; Sweet islands to anchor your fancy by, As they drift to the lee of the Pay : — Mountains emerging from worlds of bliss. Yet covered and cradled in snow like tins — Yet it cannot be snow, for the sun's waim kiss Makes it blush, but it hies not away ! (Ilory come down with her girdle loose, To (ill it with flowers for Fancy's use, — MIS( ELLAXEOrs. 11 jumiaiKl, And Happiness smiles sit the ample truce O'er land, and sky and sea ; — When all things lovely, and fair and bright, Link hand in hand in their calm delight, And there's not a heart on the Earth to-night, But beats peace to thee and me ! If we could but call it some other name, That spoke not of Earth, or its sin and shame — A waft of the everlasting fame Eternity only can bring — Then, lover and friend, it were Earth no more. But an outlying Cape of Eternity's shore I — For sin only hinders the channel bridged o'er That lies between us and our King ! So let our sweet Fancy on furthermost wing. To return by-and-bye, and an olive-leaf bring, That belongs to a Land where the birds ever sing, And thy joy and thy youth are for aye ! For lands we have fancied and lands we have bought, Withaglanceof themind,andaturnof the thought, — In our lives interweaved, in our spirits inwrought. Shall be ours at the breaking of day ! i 12 W. W. SMITH S I'OEMS. JENNIE Maclean. Softly we laid thee away to thy rest, Jennie MacLean ! Sweet was thy smile, as the flowers on thy breast — Far above pain I Early thy sun went clown, yet it was best — Jennie MacLean I " Yes, it was better !'' we say, now 'tis past — Jennie MacLean ! Heaven was thy home, and Heaven wearied at last. To have thee again : — The haven is reached, and the anchor is cast — Jennie MacLean ! Hands folded now that were never at rest, Jennie MacLean I Till the wants of the widow and orphan were blest ;-- And their tears fell like rain, When they knew that she slept whom they ever lovt^d best — Jennie MacLean ! Thus " His beloved He giveth His sleep," Jennie MacLean ! Peaceful as morning, when storms loud and deep Sink on the main : — ■k , .- Earth is the richer thy memory to keep, Jennie MacLean ! May 2, 1881. THE WAKING OF THE LARK. jreast- i at last, t— e blest ; Bver lovtid deep [This beautiful lyric, by (Jeoige E. M. Lancaster, I found in Edwanls' Modern Scottish Poets; but it seemed to me to lose iBUch of its harmony and beauty, by a rudeness in the ending of each attmza — the last line not rhyming with anything. I have remedied this ; and I think, considerably improved the poem by 8o doing. W. W. S.l O bonnie bird that in the brake, exultant dost prepare thee (As poets do whose thoughts are true), tor wings tiiat will upbear thee, — Oh, tell me, tell me, bonnie bird, Canst thou not pipe of hope deferred, Or canst thou sing of only Spring— these golden meadows near thee '( Methinks a bard — and thou art one — should suit his song ' to sorrow. And tell of pain as well as gain, that waits us on the morrow : But thou art not a prophet, thou, If nought but joy can touch thee now, It' in thy heart no anguished vow, sad recollections borrow ! Oh ! I have held my sorrows dear, and felt, though poor and blighted, The songs we love are those we hear, when love is unre- quited ; But thou wert still the slave of dawn, And could not sing till night were gone. Till o'er the pathway of the fawn the quivering sunbeams lighted. 14 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. Thou art tlie minion of the sun, that rises in his splendui, And canst not spare for Dian fair the songs that should attend her. Thr noon, so sad and silver- pale, Ts mistress of the nightingale, — But never thou, from iiill or dale, canst darkling dittii ^ send her ! For queen or king tliou wilt not spare one note of thinr outpouring. For thou art free as breezes be, on Nature's velvet tloorini;. The daisy with its hood undone, The grass, the sunlight, and the sun, — These are thy joys, thou holy one, in singing and in soaring I O hush I O hush I how wild a gush of rapture in tin distance I A roll of rhymes, a toll of chimes, a cry for love's assist anee : — A sound that wells from happy throats, A flood of song where beauty floats. And where thoughts glide like golden boats, on on, with- out resistance I This is the advent of the lark, in humble gray apparel, Who doth prepare to trill in air his sinless summer carol. This is the prelude to the lay The l)irds did sing in Homer's day. And will again, for aye and aye, win praise's sweetest laurel. MISCKLLANEdlM. 16 111', is spleiu bhat shoull Hug dittii - )tc of thim ^etfloorinu. ing find in ture in thf ove's assi^t• oats, )n on, witli- ,y apparel, inmer carol 3's sweetest dainty thing on wonders wing, to life and love related, ph, sing aloud, frojn cloud to cloud, till day be consecrated ; Till from the gateways of the morn. The sun, with all his light unshorn, is robes of darkness from him torn, shall scale the heavens elated I SUMMER F11IENJ)S. Sweet Summer friends, I would ye were Still in my sight as in my heart ; And that no waning Summer e'er ( 'ould whisper hoarse, Depart, depart I For like a Hower In withered hower, Forgot by shower. And kissed by frost — My heart seems in a sunset-land, Where all is past and all is lost ! Ye came what time the Summer heard "Mid tedded hay the silvan song ; Ye went before the earliest bird Was missed from 'mong the tuneful throng- And with you went My heart's content. All idly spent And thrown away ; And but the empty casket left. Where, once enshrined, a jewel lay. -^^m 16 W. W. SMITHS POEMS, Now why should I on hope rely, Or take her flatteries to my heart 1 I've seen love's dear delusions fly — Nor pride nor hope had healing art. No more I'll bend Regrets to send ; My own best friend I'll strive to be ! Nor trust the sweet inconstant love The Summer brought and took from me ! SAILING ON : There ne'er was a sail upon life's stormy sea So lonely, but some were yet watching and waking There never came mist where the sunlight should be, But, keep a bold prow, and the mist it is breaking Believe me ; there never was l)ark on that river That widens, and widens, till shore there is none. But had a fair star for its guidance forever, Sailing on, sailing on ! No bark ever fled from the shore on that wave, But far in the distance the watch could discover A star for the pilot, a port for the brave An aim for the voyage, and moorings forever '. Not always calm weather and sunshine together Will tarry so well when your sail should be gone But far be from shore when the hurricanes gather Sailing on, sailing on ! MlfM'KLLANKOl'M. WHY DO YOU KNVY ME? nie ; id waking I should be, i breaking ,' river ! is none. fave, [liscovei' never 1 ether be gonf gather I liave an estate in the hind of drt^anis, And thither I often flee ; It brings nie joy in as many streams. As any wealth I see ! And you may lay claim to a wide domain, That lies by a sunny sea ; Then go to the land where I have been, For why do you envy me 'i I have a sweet bark on the sea of love, That carries me whither I will ; With its gleaming wings like an arrowy dove, And the sun on its pathway ?ti]l. There are gems at hand on the farther strand, And pearls beneath our lee — There are other barks on the golden sand, — Then why do you envy me ? I have a light heart in this breast of mine, Like a singing bird in June, Ov a sparkling strean) when the roses twine, That murmurs its endless tune. I look for my sliare of toil and care, Nor yet shall unhappy be ; A conscience at rest will make you blest, Then why do you envy me ? 18 W. W. SMiril S I'OKMS. TIIK BOY ANJ) THE 1)()VK. '11! A littl(^ boy went forth at morn, With his shout and wliistle cheery ; But hruised ]»y stone, and pierced hy thorn, W^itii head and feet so weary — He sate liini down by a '> \V. W. SMITH S POEMS. And lost to circle of the hearth and hall The Angel One That conies to every house ; whom angels call Too soon upon ! WHEN SPRING IN ITS GLORY COME. WAS When Spring in its glory was come, And the fields and the forests were gay, When the psalms of creation no longer were duiul I heard a one pining and say — " 1 am weary of Spring and its Howers ~ I am weary of blossom and leaf ! Of sunshiny glimpses and fast-falling showers, — Spring, in thy passage be brief ! " When Summer came smiling in pride, VV^ith a sunbeam for sceptre and crown, '* O, would it were Autunni !" one eagerly cried. " Or Winter with chiding and frown ! I am weary of smiles without end — 1 am weary of skies ever clear ; 'Tis the cloud makes the sunshine that follows, m friend, — O Summer, why tarry so here 1" • • In Autumn, Avhen forests were sere, And the songs of the Summer were done — Wlien the winds were all wailing the overthrown yea)-, MISCKLLAXKOl S, 2:i all igels call lY WAS were duiiii'. lowers, wn. lerly cried. 1 : ; follows, !i Thus spoke a disconsolate one : — I" I am weary of withered delights — I am weary of garners' full store — )f short dreamy days, and of wild-wailing nights, — O Autumn, then linger no more ! " children of Earth and of Time I Vain, vain is the wish or the thought That the rolling of seasons, or changing of clime, y Can bring you the peace that is not ! %e are pining for pleasures to come— Ye are weary of pleasures possessed ; Te have climbed to the cloud on the mountain's full dome, f And found it but darkness and mist ! Here are joys in the springtime of thought, When the soul and its pulses are free ; JJIna the fount that was sprung ere life's battle was fought. Channels on, channels on to the sea ! From that stream of our earliest faith, ^Ye may to some Abana flee,* t gladly we turn, ere the twilight of death, ""o bathe, O thou Jordan, in thee ! . *f'^,''^ "o* Abana and Pharpar, rivers of I)aniascu«, better ;haa Rll the waters of Israel ? " done — overthrown 24 W. \V. SMITH S I'OEMS. LOVE AND INNOCENCE. I saw one come, within a pearly boat, With eye affixed upon that castle fair ; Rowing him gently to a measured note, The softest tuning of the moonlight air I Circling the little Isle with couises three ; And eyes still fixed where his heart would be. At length a little cas,ement opened wide ; Anil by the moonlight may he faintly see A snowy arm the biiar-rose part aside. Soft twining round the mullion tenderly ; — And by the opened pane she sate her down Who named was Una, of the lily crown. Then lay he on his oars, when straight he saw Her gentle face, albeit dimly seen : — As Ghebers to the sun devoutly draw, Nor love the less for flitting clouds between- So moonlight snatches of his Eden's light Were dear to him as dazzled by her sight. O did my love in heaven's summit glow ! ('Twas thus he warbled to his listening love :) That I might fall upon that neck of snow Or 'mid those tresses, like a wounded dove Weary of light and life, yet not to die. But in those ambushed linglets ever lie ! O that my love could ever ever rtow, Like Silsib^l, that fountain of delight, MIHCELLANEOrS. :>."» E. r ; xir! ee; )uld be. le; ly see lerly ; — clown n. t he saw- between - ght ght. w ! lUig love noNV cl (love le 'hrough lands of Paradise, whose balm-trees grow, And thou should'st sit, like fragrance-breathing night, Jniiling with day-l>eanis, on iny banks, and see ?lie biids of paradise come drink of me I |p that my love could Howery shape assume, § A lily-bell, or sweet wild-rose to lee ; lLTj)on thy sainted bosom there to bloom — For nevei- blight could come on thine or thee I But ever in disguise of Hower or bell, In sweetest fragrance still of love to tell I And now upon the l)lanched turret's height. In (|ueenly beauty stood his Una fair ; And bowed her head in Lunas swimming light, To bind the loosened braidings of her hair ; — Dark as the clouds of a mid summer's night, And prized by all but her they made so bright. Breathe but a sigh upon the barren air, And it shall fall like balm upon my brow ! say adventurous love might hope to share fThe presence of the star he worships now I Then would I seek of earth no higher 1)1 iss, ming the world's joys gathered into this I ht, Open, sweet love, thy silver-bolted door I — Heie stayed be, for the portal opened wide ; And silver lamps their blinding radiance pour O'er marble step, and pure lake's rush-grown side 2«» W. W. SMITH S I'OEMS. And like enchantment 'mid the ))rightness cann Soft-luted ditties, woven round his name. Like one who wakes, and tinds his vision true, The lonely rower of the moonlight lake His slender prow upon the Islet threw, As if he feared the charmdd dream might break Upon the terraced marble bounded light, And vanished in those winding mazes bright. Turning upon its hinges musical, The door has closed upon the wide still world : And whispered softly with melodious fall, While moonbeams shone, and waters rippliuu curled — O'er the clear lake and from the pile above — " LOVK DWELLS WITH IXXOCKNCE, AM) SIIK Will Love." THE NEW YEAR. Time is like a restless river. Bearing on its tide away Wrecks of radiant hopes, that ever Bloom, and fade with closing day.* Bearing on the youth to manhood, Bearing manhood past its prime ; — Changing all things, resting never — Touch, oh touch us gently. Time ! MISCKLLANKorS. 27 ness caiiu- lue. ion true, lake ^, might brcal ght, 5 bright. still world ; fall, ?rs rippliuu above — AND SIIK will \V<^ who speak, and ye who ponder, — We who write and ye who read — (Hiding swiftly down, may wonder Tf we're growing old indeed 1 If the past is gone forever 1 If the present may not stay ? Or to-morrow be the giver ( )f the joys we missed to-day ? One year more of all the number Given us for our earthly stay. Gone into the past, where slumber Every wasted yesterday I ^ Up to action I let the present Day, and year, and hour of time Prove, while love and hope are pleasant, Duty only is sublime ! .R. at ever iing day.' nhood, prime ;— never — r, Time ! FLOWERS TO BLOOM IN SUMMERS BRIGHTER." SON(i. Why should Summer e'er remember In this dreary dark December, When this deadly chill hath bound her, All the flowers that bloomed around her. Cold and low their bells are sleeping, Icy tears their only weeping — 2H W. W. SMITH S I'<»KMS. Yet does Hopf', the stealthy comer, Whisper of a coming Hummer. Flowers to bloom in Summers hrlyhter ,— Jcrffs to come to liearts made lighte : — Sweeter Jfou'ers and hopes more jti/ons — 7V// the past no more annoy us ! Why should Love, with eager soirow, Grief from old RememI nance borrow % Love is blind, and leads us blindly, — Deepest love still met unkindly ; — All the past too fondly waking Fills the homeless heart to breaking ! — Yet does Hope, the stealthy comer, Whisper of a Howery Summer. Clio. UNDER THE R08E. When Lo\ e went a begging, I took the boy in, For his quiver was gone, and he pleaded his wot'> ; And dreading no danger where none there had been. I made him a welcome guest, under the rose. I told him, as friend to a friend might impart, Of a yellow-haired maiden that broke my repose ; Of the love in her smile, and the scorn in her heart, And he smiled as he counselled me, under the rose ■^ MIS(KI,LAXK(H'S. 21 > itjhter :- if .-— jt'l/OllS — it treachery lurked in his smile of deceit ; And the friend that I trusted is leagued witli my foes ; The heart iti not his, where he boasted his seat ; And the In'nrt that is breaking^ is undei' the lose I ow, •ow ? E. id his woo^ e had been. } rose. part, ly repose : her heart, ler the rose INDIA^' SUMMER. The air is full of sunshine, The woods are full of dew ; The lake is like the distant sky, The sky has lost its l)lue ; — And flooded with a golden haze. All nature lies becalmed ; Like music in the memory With loving thoughts embalmed. Stay, stay, sweet Indian Smniner / I yrieve to have thee go .' let thy smile be mine awhile, 'Twixf the Autumn and the snow/ The birds that round my window Their early matins sung, — The flowers I watched each Summer eve, Till night its shadows flung ; — And gentle fiiends that came too late, And coming, went to soon — These all pass o'er my memory Like shadows o'er yon moon. Cho : :io w. w. sMrrii s I'oKMs. But Nature all is golden, Ev'n in her last decay ; And Hope, that saw its Vjrighter Iiouvn Will have a happier day. And love, and friends to crown that h I yet shall live to see ; Though darkness, distance, winter lies Between that hope and nie ! Clio : IVf FAIR LEILA. I would that 1 were a flow'ret fair. To be plucked by her dainty hands ; Or twined in the maze of her golden haii-, As like a sweet dream she stands ! So, many might come, and as many might go. Her pride and her beauty to see ; — How soon she forgot them, I'd care not, nor ki But I'd know that she thought upon mej l(i\V. I would that I were a warbling bird. With a song so sweet and clear. That she needs must pause on the banks of Oust My carolling voice to hear 1 So, lovers could talk, or lovers be mute. But this I could plainly see. That she turned from them all with a weary loo To listen in smiles to me ! MIS(KLL.\NKrings light from on high, Till the Shanu'ock grows green as the sun-burst goes Ky We watch at the l)eacons with brave Finn MacCoil, To stem the invader who touches thy soil ; — We melt at the music tiiat tells of thy fame — The Geraldine's beauty — O'Brien's great name. With sages, and poets with minstrelsy sweet, We twine a bright garland to lay at thy feet ; And every green vale shall with echoes prolong Thy Caed niilla Fealthe to llenius and Song I O Mothei- of Nations ! to lighten thy sigh How gladly we'd live, and how gladly we'd die ! As fondly, from pages that picture the past Wj learn to be one and united at last I In my heart is a garden no stranger hath known, And Country and Love are there lilooming alone : ore I yore, [IS the rinii. plain. syes id song e : — ligh, ijurst goes MacCoil, le — anie. set, ;et; 5long die : lUtl who loves sweet Erin, whate'er else lu- l>e, [enceforth is a friend and a brother to nie I Then fair he the How'rets that round thee arise ! Jiml sweet the lark's matin that's sung in tiiy skies ! As still with thy name in our hearts like a spell, W<' waft, liioken-liearted, a loving fai'ewell I I THK LK(iENI) OF THK HAPPV ISLANDS. The following is the shape the Ijegend of the napj>y Islands takes, among the Algon(|uins of Algoma. Nana- boosh, otherwise Nanaliozo, is the same with Hiawatha. Longfellow however, in celeltrating the great primeval Jprothers — not having been among the Indians himself, ttikd depending on Schoolcraft's i>ages — mispronounces' M 1 take it, the name of the younger hrotlier ; the rhythm of the line recjuires it to he pronounced Chibi&hosj with the accent on the third syllable : I never heard it |tt*onounce«l otherwise among the Indians than Chebaya- boss, with the accent on the second syllable of the name. '^■ Lnown, alone Back to the days Ojibway legends tell, When Heroes dwelt where human weaklings dwell I And Nanaboosh, Prometheus of the van. Serenely smiled, Father and Friend of man. The Thinker sate within his Hero's tent — The Hunter to the hills and forests went. (ireat Nanaboosh the human race preserves ; Chebayaboss, as younger brother, serves. Warned by the Hero to return at dusk, ;{4 W. W. SMITH S POKMS. He duly came with game, and furs, and musk : Nor trusted once the treacherous frozen lake, But swept broad circles for his Brother's sake. Thus the Great Brethren at Creation's birth — Ere Death or Crime had reaped the shuddering earth Down 'iHong the demons an uneasy moan Proclaimed how hateful had this concord grown : And, homeward speeding with o'erladen sledge, Chebayaboss was found within the edge Of lake forbidden, and was swallowed there — White-Lion's victim, and the World's despair. Then shook with mighty sobs the watery heaven, And floods descended from the welkin riven, — Rivers their beds in trembling fear forsook. And rocks and mountains to their centre shook — As for his dead the mighty Hero wept ; And Heaven and Earth a pitying vigil kept. Fountains may dry ; the Summer comes and goes ; But grief like this no charmed reversion knows : — And now as swept the chariot-wheels of Time, Nor saw cessation of his grief sublime, The cowering beasts in wild array convene. From plain, and mount, and lake, and forest greeii The shaggy bison from the breezy plain — The moose, with many an antler i:i his train, — The beaver wise, the bear sedate and slow, The crouching wolf, tTie much-consulting crow ; And waterfowl, on swift and clamorous wing, With thousand warblers of the welcome Spring — And all the gods that heave the floor of Earth, ■Kfc M musk : lake, sake, irth— deringt'artli grown : sledge, lere — spair. heaven, ven, — >ok, p shook — kept. and goes : knows : — Time, ne, 3rest green. :rain, — J crow ; — wing, Spring — Earth, MISCELLA.NKOrs. iio J (There doonietl to darkness for their deeds' unworth.) With them assembled, claim the listening ear Of Manitou, whom brave and good revere : — And plead these wild commotions all might cease, And Manitou with Nanaboosh make peace. Who hath not welcomed, from the couch of pain, A friend, a brother, to his arms again ? As if Heaven's gate unfolded to our cry. And gave the friend for whom ourselves would die : So sate the Hero, as the shadows fell, And saw Chebayaljoss come slowly up the dell I Hope I fallacious most of Fancy's Howors I As if expended joys could still ])e ours ! For backward howsoe'er the glance be cast, i Wide yawns the gulf between us and the past I 80 >-;«naboosh — the first wild welcome o'er — Wept as he thought of what could be no more I '* Brother ! " thus he cried, " hadst thou but kept My e«|ual law, my tears had been unwept. But now these falling floods have learned to flow, Deep shall they channel through a W()rld of wo .' Since thou in youth hast sought the grisly shade. Young and 'uost fair shall all our kindred fade. In troops thvy follow in thy forward tnvck, Nor on( Can' face, except in dream.s, oomes back ! But go, my Brother, to the widening VV^est — Away, I way, beyond the mountains' crest — Beyond ti.e billowed Lakes, that throb in vain — lieyond the p"sl:s that frown upon the lain, -•^'tTgSBl?! r-Trr"''*'*TT' "" ~'~-'^— 36 W. W. .SMITH S POEMS. 'Mid calmer waters, never tempest-tossed — Wherp ^uinmer flowers are never kissed bv frost- Where greener Isles lie lapped in perfect peace — Where war, and wo, and death itself shall cease jr There go, and for thy brethren find a place ! — Thou first in wo, thou Fairest of thy Race I ' Within his brother's eyes he looked a space, — A long long gaze upon his wo-won\ face ; Then turned without a word, and slowly blent With deepening shadows as he downward went. And now, whene'er a youthful warrior lies, And gasps and gazes in his agonies, They whispering tell, " Chebayaboss h><8 v o.ae, And looked within his eyes to call him home I " Or when a maiden leaves her motl/^v's side, With eyes soft sealed, in Death's embrace a brid( They say her spirit, far beyond the waves, Has gone to dress the food the Hero craves. " O silent shore ! " 'tis thus the maidens sigh, " To gain thy bliss how happy could we die I Where peaceful pillowed rests the weary head, And fadeless flowers bloom for the early dead : — Where strife and sorrow nevermore are knowr., And the Great Spirit's smile is bliss alone ! Say, brothers, shall we seek that softer stran'l — The Happy Islands of the Spirit Land 1 And shall we not its blessing bear in part 'Mid all our tears, if we but cleanse the heart I For the Great Spirit, doubtless, loves to wee His children non; what then they wish to be !' MISt'ELLANEOrs. .'J7 I bv frost- t peace — all cease y ace I — ice ( •:■> )ace, — y blent rd went, ies, home I ' fide, Lce a bricl( es, ives. 5 sigh, die : y head, dead : - knowi., lie ! litran'] — I't heart I !see obe.'' \ THE RAINBOW. ,,. ley say there is gold where the rainbow rests, 'f And often I ran for to find it ; — tit the meadow.s were gay, and the flowers on my way- Whispered all to me never to mind it ! »e rainbow ran down 'twixt the brook and the tree, :ould see it as plainly as plainly could be, — pit when I got there it was some other tree, ^And not where I thought I should find it I But the rainbow was there, in the heart briffht and fair, „i If only rd looked for it riy]itli/ .' But the rainbow was there in the heart bright and fair, ff onlji rd looked for it riyhtlij ! fo longer a boy, 'tis the rainbow no more That mocks all my fondest endeavour ; But friendships grow cold, and my joys worn and old. And happiness misses me ever I 111 tell you a scheme — but it's 'twixt you and me Upl^all let selfish joy and my " happiness ' !• - '^»d live for redressing the woes that I see, • And think of self never, Oh never ! But the rainbow was there, in tlio heart bri I'OEMS. JULIA. Pure as the lily that blooiiie1 1 'J icli woods, mging liglif 1 > ■t • leave ;i )ods, Te ! naid ring— o, t'ANAl>IAN. 49 SONG: WHEN JOHNNIE WENT AWAY. The waters warbled down the dell, Their wintry bands untwining, — And mottled shadows softly fell From ancient jiras reclining. The wind-flower waked to see the sky, Where tender blue the violets lie, 'Neath budding beeches waving high — When Johnnie went away. The early birds returned to sing The songs they had been singing ; And o'er the hills the hand of Spring A royal robe was flinging : — A glory fell from upper air, O'er river-marge and meadows fair ; — And song and fragrance "everywhere — When Johnnie went away. The Spring was gone, and with her went Those blossoms, ne'er returning ; And, all the tires of Summer spent, Our hearts grew sad and yearning. The withered wealth of forests lay On Quint^'s hills in death's decay, And gloomy closed the shortening day. When Johnnie came again I niiiiijii 50 W. \V. SMITH S I'OKMS. The rain came down ; it seemed like tears Of joy at his returninj^ ; As backward, through the mist of years, We saw that Spring sun burning ! The flowers sprang up in memory's train, We heard once more the sylvan sti'ain — •r Our Spring has all come back again, With Johnnie safe at home I SONG : THE ROSEBUD EARLY. I planted a rose by my garden bower, A rose that blosson id rarely ; And I said, as I watci ed it hour bv hour, " I'll give him a roseb kI early I " The Spring sun waimed to Summer's heat. And flowers were bursting fairly, When I heard the drums at midnight beat, And the ranks were forming early. Of days that passed I counted foui-. While a solemn sun shone clearly, — When a horseman brought to my father's door A witliered rosebud early. I asked not why the foeman comes ? Or who the day won fairly ? — But I knew nine fell 'mid the clover blooms, And one with a rosebud early. 'M?i fANAIU.AN. 51 :e tears years, > • train, ain — RLY. lOur, er's door looms, His sisters mourn in weeds of woe, For a brother loved so dearly ; — I may not tell what none must know, ' But I cherish that rosebud early ; O weary now the hours I tell Of my day that broke so clearly ; — For its light went out when at Ridgeway fell The youth with the Rosfbud early ! SONG: THE WILD ROSE. sweetest of our wildings, Thou hast not come too soon ! I've waited foi- thee longingly. These many days of June ; — Yet not so many as they seem. For thou didst make them long :- Thou sweetest of our wildings. Thy loveliness is song I 1 watched thy buds expanding, As day by day they grew ; Till Hve sweet leaves of beauty rare l>isclosed their blushing hue. My lieart grew jealous of its love, r placed thee on my breast ; — ] watched thy buds expanding ! Could'st thou* deny the rest J Another day of blooming, If I had touched thee not I 'Twas love that took thyself away, Lest thou shouldst be forgot ! 80 unto many a flower we say Whom Paradise hath won — " Another day of blooming — But — farther from the sun ! " Nor shalt thou be forgotten When all thy leaves are dead ; A sweet perfume is sensible, That lingers in thy stead. So may some heart, with tears perchance, Repeat when I am gone — " Nor shalt thou be forgotten, Thou sad and lonely one ! " INDIAN FALLS, OWEN SOUND. A placid stream without a name, That wandered eastward through the shade. To a dread brink all sudden came, And madly leaped, a wild cascade. And onward through the thickening gloom, It now pursues its troubled way, Until its waters find their tomb Within the depths of ^ewash Bay. CANADIAN. 63 rchance, Beneath the sheot adventurous eyes May see bright rainbows in the stream , And on each rock that pictured lies Quivers the fervid noontide beam. Fit haunt, beneath some lowering hceoh, Or the wych-hazel in the dell, For youthful hearts to learn and teach The dawning witchery of love's spell I And like that stream, some youthful heart Glides calmly o'er life's golden sand, Until awaked by passion's start, It rushes headlong to the strand. Sweet Fall I in thee I oft shall tiace Disjointed memories known before ; And in thine eddies see my face Calm as of old — but glad no more ! >i i UND. he shade, loom, THE FISHERMEN OF POINT PELEE r looked upon Lake Erie, Before 1 looked on thee : And I'll not leave it for thv L'oJd That lies beyond the sea ! Its waves come leaping to my hand, As if they feared I'd go — I look upon Lake Erie, And my heart gives answer, " No ! '' 54 W. W. SMITH S I'OK.MS. Upon the shores of Erie My cradle-song was sung ; And round its coves and o'er its deeps My childish shoutings rung ; — Nor think my heart can e'er forget The old love and the true — Upon the shores of Erie, That round its magic threw. Thou bid'st me seek some other land Away beyond the line, Where gold is like the river sand, And spice grows like the pine ; — I hear it ; but my native strand Has earned so well my love. That when I seek some other land 'Twill be a land Above ! SONG : THE BLUE SEA IS BEFORE MK The blue sea is before me, And behind Canadia's strand ; — Farewell, farewell the valleys Of my own dear western land I Though friendly eyes and voices May greet me where I roam, There's no friend's like the tried friends I leave behind at home. deeps get laud I md TANAIHAN. OO I Ye idle winds that wander This watery waste above, O carry with you homeward A kiss to her I love I Nor whisper whence the token came, Nor ask me who is she 1 (io find the fairest fair one — She's dreaming of the sea I In thought I'm 'mid the lilies, And the violets, tender blue. Beneath the oak and chestnut. With the broad lake peeping through ! Where the tardy-robing sumach, And the beech's shady noon. Bespeak the opening glories Of our bright Canadian June I EFORE -MK id: 3S Hiid 1 the pearls of Ocean, Or the gems beneath our lee, To speak my heart's devotion In a diadem for thee — 'Twere worthier, but not more sincere Than now I waft a lee, A prayer for dear Canadia, And i\ blessing, love, for tht^e ! d friend> I i 1 1 ;; it 1 i i 1 1 5<) W. W. SMITHS POKMS. JOHN GREENWOOD. John Cirreenwood lived by Sciigog lake — (The waters were clear, and the skies were blue .) And John was willing to give and take, (And the woods and waters were fair to view I) His sons were reared at a free tire-side, — With little of learning, and nothing of pride, — But many a lesson of backwoods lore He gave, as his sire had given before, When they sauntered in as the horn did blow — Fond hoping that some of the seed would gi'ow I Now said those sons at Scugog lake — (The waters were clear, and the skies were blue ;) " Whatever the world will give, we'll take !" (And the woods and waters were fair to view I) And Harry left the old roof-tree. For the golden land by the Western Sea ;— *' No room beneath these Northern skies. For one who would grasp at a glittering prize I'" And friends he found, both loud and frank, Who spoke in slang, and called him " Hank !" And Ned would leave sweet Scugog's side — (The waters were clear, and the skies were blue ;; " In the ranks of Commerce his place he'd take T (And the woods and waters were fair to view !) The "gee-buck trade " he held in scorn. And mocked at the place where he was bom ; CANADIAN. 07 To speak with a simper, and sport a ring, Part hair in the middle^ and walk with a spring, We're all in the whv to his coveted fame, And added " Esquire " at the end of his name. Hut Lawrence lived by Scugog lake — (The waters were clear, and the skies were hlue ;) What grew in the fertile fields he'd take — (And the woods and waters were fair to view I) His hands grew strong, and his head grew clear. His wife was fair, and his babes were dear — He envied none, for his lot was blest W^ith bread and to spare, and a heart at rest. As he sate in the rays of the sinking sun, ^Vnd looked back at the day with its duties done. .John Greenwood lived by Scugog lake — (The waters were clear, and the skies were blue ;) As ready as ever to give and take ; (And the woods and waters were fair to view !) And Harry came back from wasted wealth, Weak in his pocket, and weak in his health ; And Ned, who had gone to the wall in trade. Came back to the dear old homestead's shade ; And John looked up, with a smile in store — " y\y boys are all back who are boys no more I Well bid farewell to Scugog lake,'! (The waters were blue, and the skies were clear ;) " And back to the bush our way we'Jl take I" (And the woods and waters were fair to view !) 58 lite W. W. SMITH S I'OEMS. Now each one tills his widening fields, Where the forest gloom to the sunlight yields ; Neighbor, and brother, and sire and son, — A " Greenwood '' township has begun ! For in here broad lap, old mother earth Carries no idlers, and knows no dearth ! THE SHEEP-WASHING My heart is glad to-night - Too glad for a wink of sleep ! For Jenny has promised to be my bride As soon as we wash the sheep I And I don't care how soon I see them Plunging in and out of the creek ; For a sweeter young wife for a farmer Than Jenny, I could not seek. But someway, I don't half like it — It may come either late or soon ; And a raw cold spring may put off the thing Away till the middle of June ! I wish she had set a day That we could delight to keep I Some old Saint's day, or tiie First of May, That had nothing to do with sheep ! CANAKrAN. 6tt Hut she set doM n her foot so Hrmly — " There was so nuich irnrk to do — And my father," she knew, " couldn't spare the team Till all the sprin<^-\vork was through I" That I couldn't say much to her, To shorten my heart's suspense, — Kspecially as I lost my hold Of the stake-and-i'ider fence I And then, as I gained my feet — (And she didn't seem a bit scared, She said, " She knew I'd fall soft, And the damage was easy repaired !') She got the idea of wool-picking — Perhaps from the clay in my hair, And she said, " When ours was ieae a log you cut — Or a false frientl it may be ; ()v ail evil hal»it you score away, Or it may be a tree ! Strike to the chalk, my boys .' Strike, strike away ! Ere» let the flying chips Hit inhom they may ! A man, like a noble pine, May be straight as duty's mark ; Yet they both have need of the hewer's line To score the useless bark ! Cho : You might do aright, my friend ; Or the right may be with me ; But l)e sure you follow the scorer's line Thy conscience marks for thee ! Clio : A chalk line for every man ; And a chalk line for the tree ! And I won't feel hurt if the scorer's axe Should follow the chalk with me ! Cho: ''r 'I «2 W. W. S^IITH S POEMS. Clio Clio Clio 80NG: THE DAYS GONE BY. A star for you, and a star for me, And a star in the summer sky ; And we named them there, Hy the Lake so fair, In the days gone by f 0, the days gone by ! The days gone by ! er memory s track hoic the heart goes hark To the days gone by ! My star is still in the brow of Night, And the star of your love shines In'gh : But we walk no more. On that bright 'ake's shore, As in days gone by I T]iere'.s change and chance, and there's many a storm Has o'erclouded our early sky ; And we wander on. In the way we've gone — From the days gone by ! Yet many an hour does my fancy tlee To the lake and the Summer sky, And that early vow That is sweet even now — In the days gone by ! CAXADIAN. (VA SONG: THE CANADIANS ON THE NILE. ), tlie East is but the West, with the sun a little hotter ; aid the pine l)ec()ine.s a palm, by the dark Egyptian water : lUcI the Nile's like many a stream we know, that tills its brimming cup ; [^^'e'll think it is the Ottawa, as we track the batteaux up ! I'xll, pulf, pull .' (M }ii(' track flu- balteau.t' up ! It'ti i'(tsi i>l«inty I could give, if I liad time ; But she swept them all as nothing, In confusion all sublime. I could only giize in silence. As she turned her team at will, — And away the whirring Reaper Went beyond the swelling hill. And I rode along unthinking, Save the vision I had seen, — ()f that little gipsy bonnet, And its fluttering bow of greeright as (irolconda e'ei' gave I They wrong us who say that our Winters are dreary That Happiness flies to some home in the South I -I Of oQr snow-lighted Joys there are none of us weary. E'en Boreas blows trit/i n smih' on his month ! CAXAIHAN. ^ln'11 (Oine to our Winter-sports I Come in your gladness, And bring with you kindness like that you shall meet, Liid learn to retreat from the presence of sadness To Canada's Winter, and Ice-Palace sweet I J c'Oine from tlie West, where the long grassy billows Are far as the sunset, and wide as the sea I coiue from the South, where the sick on their pillowj. Alt' dreaming of coolness, and gladness, and glee I ^jiiio. buckle the snow-shoe, and mount the toboggan, Come, clamber the mountain, and shoot down its side: iiul own, if you will, there's a long catalogue in — Tlic sports of our Winter, and Carnival-tide I he lileam of the Moon on each b.attlement lingers. And angle and arch scatter stars in a shower : ii'l the blushing Aurora with fair rosy lingers Is [)ainting carnation on turret and tower. h^ lights are all glancing in groups that are flitting Through hall and through portal, with laughter and song,— .ml the fair icy Castle is royally sitting— Iho theme of the Bard, the delight of the throng. (HI iiexer saw Castle so dainty and daring, — Its walls so transparent, its turrets so bright ; — K>IS. We'll light up the life of the weak and the ailing, With the cleai- frosty air of our sunshiny days ; The sleigh-bells and snow-shoes shall be more prevailinj Than all the proud antidote Science conveys ! We'll bring back the bloom to the cheek that is faded. And send the new blood coursing warm through tlu veins ; The heart that is saddened, the mind that is jaded, Shall find a relief where our Winter-time reigns ! When Summer, and sunshine, and gladness and glory Are Hooding the earth, and the air, and the sea, Our sources of happiness come like a Story To which we but littten, and laugh in our glee : — But Winter demands we should make our enjoyment In converse and friendship with all, as we can ; We are what we make ourselves ; Winter employment | Is making ac<|uaintance with mind and with man I And, lovers and friends, I would rather your faces Were blooming in smiles for affection to see, 'fhan all the fine flowers with their colors and graces. That grow in the garden, or hang from the tree ! Then let the short Summer be lengthened out longer, And longer again, till it takes in the year ? The sunshine of love in the heart growing stronger- The blossoms of kindness, that never grow sere ! Then out with the sleigh-robes, and rein up the horses And let the snow batter from hoof and from heel 1- Command the toboggan, and vie with the forces Of Nature, in swiftness — no fear do we feel ! (ANAniAN. <)<> Kvith snow-shoes, and sledges, and skates, and good nature, — A smile in the morning, a welcome at night, IWe value our Winter, in every hved feature — The high noon of Friendship, the prime of Delight SONG : THE VIOLET. I wandered through the garden, — 'Twjis the sunny time of Howers ; And the roving wind was wooiny All the dewy morning houis. There was fragrance in his breathing, As he rivalled bird and bee, And whispered, gaily passing, — " They give all their vows to Uie !' i I The marigold was Haunting With an eye and lip of scoi n, — While the peony was vaunting Of her queenly beauty worn. And the sweet-pea says " Departing,' And the poppy says " Forget !'' But for the love I cherish I will wear the Violet I 'w.*-.. 70 W. \V. SMITH S J'OKMS. 1 cannot chisp the queen-rose, For the thorns that may be there ! And I will not woo the jasmine With her prideful height in air; — ^Ij^ut I'll reach the violet hiding, — Even on my bended knee, And wear it in my bosom. All for truest love to thee I O, many Howers are blooming In the Summer morning air; — To the light theie's none so faithful, And there's none to me so fair ! I>o it Summer, be it Autumn, Or in Spring among the dew — I find the scented violet, With her eyes of faithful blue I And though they smile upon me. Maidens by this saltless sea — Yet amid them all I'm searching Still with longing eyes for thee I l»ut how poor, to heart so faithful, N[ust these weak com parings be ! - When next I seek for violets Ti«^t nu' bond the knee to thee I CANAItlAN. 71 SON(}: THINK OF ME. Thought is like a field of Summer, Where the flowers ungathered lie, Waiting till some tardy comer, Led by beauty draweth nigh, — And deems those best that humblest l>e — Thus ever wilt thou think of me ? Of me, of me, of me, of me f One glance, one look, one Ihouyht of me ! Not with such enrobing splendor As the sun's meridian tide, - liut with rays as sweetly tendei- As the moonl)eam purified. <) let the mild reflection be Of memory, when thou think'st of me ! Clio : Through the hours of vacant toiling Comes there many a thought of thee, When the heart was near recoiling At ignoble destiny ; — ( )ne star above could light the sea, — Thus star-like wilt thou think of me % Clio : 1 r2 W. \V. SMIIII S I'OK.MS. Words are vain, when phrases perish. Vainly striving' to express What the inmost heart shall cherish, Sacred still, and fathomless I- - ( )ne wish may not too daring he - All kindly wilt thou think of me ? Cho : Not as if each poor endeavour Sought some distant hopeless boon ; Not as if our paths should sever Long ere hope should tell of noon ; — But, for a thousand thoughts of thee. Oast thou one trusting thought on nje I Clio : SONG : THE MEliRV MAPLE. Hail to the merry maple, And the hills where the maple grows I — The hills that hold no tryants. And the hills that fear no foes ! Where the green grain grows, and the sun foite The harvest soon to be ; — O, I would not give that Maple Land, Foi" all the Lands T see I CVNAKI AN. 73 Hail to the merry maple, And the feast and the tireside chair ! \\ liere hearts were warm as eml)ers, And the stranger welcomed there ! Where the white- winged waft of the feathery snow Made all seem bright witliin ; — t ), I would not give that maple tire, l'V)r all cold Wealth could win I I fail to the merry maple, And the Flag where the maple Hies I And still unstained and glorious, May it bless Canadian eyes ! And the march men make, with that Hag above, lie such as heroes show ; — ' ). I vvould not give that Maple Flaiy, Vov all the flags T know I SONG: THE VOLUNTEER OF \sr,. TUNK : " iMUMiLAS." Lightly he left us, smiling, smiling. Soon to be back from the wars of the West ; Sully he came amid weeping, weeping, I lis country's flag wrapped ai'ound his breast. I gave him a flower as he donned his helmet, lie said he'd repay it with blossoms more dear ; l!ut he never came back till in death cold sleeping, With prairie-flowers blooming upon his bier. 74 W . W . SMITH s I'OK.MS. Kissing,' their hands to us, gaily they shouted, " We will do all that brave men can I"' Well was the promise ledeemed, though to u«eet it The bravest died on Sascatchewan ! Envy me not for all that's left me — You have your luuoes, and I have mine ! Yours come back with the thunder of cannon, And flags that are floating along their line : — But I would not give mine in his youthful beauty. Sleeping the sleep of the brave and ti*ue. Who lived for his love, and who died at his duty, For all the heroes that smile on you ! Sleep, soldier, sleep ! victorious though fallen : Dead to my eyes, to my heart yet alive ! Young, and so brave, and so bitter the parting — My V^olunteer of the Eighty Five ! t.e(l, ► meet it non, ine : — 1 beauty, > s duty. len ; ! ting— Il " K'eii then a wish, 1 iiiiiul itjs power. A wish tliat to my latest hour Shall strongly lieavc my breast — That 1 for puir aiild Scotlaml's sake, Some usefu' pl}«»j or buik coiikl make, Or sing a sang at least!" — BlKNS. Scottiab. THE VALK OF TWEED. Ssfxlf^AiS it some Banl, whose home was Kartlis gioen tmWii sod, All lauds his couiktry, and his father (rod, — Who climVjcd the Border liills of mist and dew, And told the World where Worth and Freedom grew .' t)i. lured by lo\e such maid oould well insj>ir«*, Alliyn her home, a Scottisli Chief her sire — Adventurous youth frojii Roman campus freed, First dipped his sandals in the fords of Tweed I ( i\inling Tweed — SCOTTISH. 7» \\ f stand beside each sacred mound, and say •' Some Bard, [tercliance, here waits a l)righter day I" And wonder, as we tune the sweet refrain, [strain ! \\ »' all should know except the hand that wake«l tlie <) Land of Heroes ! down this dewy vale I luar the war-notes mingling with the gale ; AikI stubhoi'H hosts with sturdy Border speai- Ami faithful clayn)ore, from the shades appear. • >iiie more the hattle closer; fierce and far. Anil Tweed's soft murmur dies in shouts of war. Ktiund Hoxburghs walls lie leaguring hosts again — Ami Ancrum's niooi' is swept with sanguine rain. Kioiii Ettrick s foi-est, arcliers, lithe of limb, Tuang the high notes of that keen battle-hynni ; — Tlif peasant feels the hero in him stir ; A-^ |.eals the cry of Douglas I Home ! or Kei- ! And ranks go down before the serried spear I 't dalesmen, charging home, with ".Ikthakt's hkkk!" Till- \ ision melts, the l>attle rolls away ! TlimuLrh hajjpy tears I see the hunbkins play : All'! lispiiii; children throng the cottage door, \\ lit'ic once the trampled heather blush(Ml with gore. Tilt' -Martyr now may ply the patient spade — A Hero's heart beat "neath the Shepherd's plaid- \ ^^ ariior's arm wide swing the peaceful scythe, And martial Minstrel carol love-lays blithe. All. all is calm ; The Man is for the Hour ; Tlif hour is |)eace ; the sword is drawn no more ! lv'»ll on, thou Tweed ! in iip})les to the sea, HO w \v. sMirH s i'r>KMs. And tell the waves thy dwellers all are free I And this sweet peace, the dexter-chief of Life, Is but the guerdon of our father's strife. Scotland was plowed with anguish and with pain, Watered with tears, and sown with precious grain : And we are come — in Summer's ripeness come — To reap, and keep, and sing the Harvest Home I The njen of peace outlive the men of war ; — These for a day — but those forever ai"e I The pilgrim sees those cairn-topped mountains rise. But views them, Ettrick I through thy Shepherd's eye?- Nature with palpitating beauty rare, We see, when Thomson kneels at shrine so fair : Or when fair Science would our reason charm, We tread her paths with Brewster arm in arni — Look back, with Leyden, to lost childhood's meed — Or sing the lays sweet lionar hynnied by Tweed ! And di-eam sometimes, as far the fancy flies Through rifted clouds and undiscovered skies. That Hkaven is but another Vale of Tweed, Without the memoiy of one shuddering deed — Without its clouds, without its Autunni leaf, Its fleeting gladness, or its following grief ; — W^ith purer sun, through blue and balmy air, To tinge the mountains with a rarliance fair ; — And perfect men, to whom in love was given To change the Vale of Tweed for Vale of Heaven ! SCOTTISH. HI THE MRSE O MKN. O, niony a aue can whistle That could never guide the plow ; And Souters may turn Sailors, That can neither steer nor rowe ; — And a man may hear a Scottish name. And dwell in Scottish ;,'lni. Yet never hae the hero-heait That maks him l, — And hope and heaven sat- lu-ar ! 82 W . W . SMITH S I'OKMS. Fair gae tliev, and fair ooiiio they, That love aukl Scotlaiul weel ! Tlieir waes gang in a forpit, Their guid come in a ci-eel I And aye the love that they may seek Be leal jvs that they gie, — And in thy blessing, Nurse o' Men I Ilk son he hless'd wi' thee I w§ TUK HORDKK VOKT. He was a man 'mong otiier men, Yet not the siuiie as they— - Hut fashioned with a wiser ken From out the conunon elav. The Laird is born to wealth and land, iJut his a nobler goal,-- For he was boi'u by Te\i()t's strand. With uHisic in liis soul I Whei-e nil >niitains green romantic swell, WhefH ii*-ntli-tlowprs ]>lush and bloom The Iftnely gi+'U — the bi-eezy fell — The liurn among the broom : - There, ro the Poet seen and heard. The Muses swept along: And Nature in his bosom stirred The saered Hre of .Son^r I SCOTT I Ml. 83 By ruined tower, serene and calm — O'er fields where Valor trode — By Martyr-graves, where, like a [(salni. The spirit soars to God — There learned he of the deatiiless past, To win a deathless name ; As Scotland »)'er the Poet cast The mantle of her fame. The Shepherd's cot his Muses" cell. The birds his vernal choir, — His Helicon was VVearie's Well, And pi'nt his Altar's tire I No classic ji^lories thus were cast His childhood's scenes among ; He made them classic as he passed. And wove them in his song I Of loves and lives of manly men, And charms of blushing fair, — Of worth that hid in lonely glen. Of honor everywhere — These were his themes in rustic grot. The gloaming to beguile ; — What though the World might hear him not \ He lived in Jeanies smile I O gentle Baids fron> Border fells, And Border hills of green ! For you what Scottish heart but swells, Whatever seas between .' H4 W . W . sMIl II S I'oK.Ms. We cliiiil> witii you tlie lofty lair — O'er flowf'iy moorland speed, — Or hear. In-yond the hirken shaw, The imntmiiiiiii of the T\ve<»d I Sweet i-est Vf in your nameless graves, ( )n near oi' distant shore ! — One hiirni' 'J tear your memoiy craves; Alas I we can no more- But tliis, to keep sul)lime and pure, The love that tuned your lays To Scotland s plaids, and Scotland's maids, And Scotland s lofty praise I 'Wi PKDKN S PKAVEH. The Covenant is down. anlv of the sky. Ami there aniang the heather his thin hands ilasj>ed together, And his weary glance up thither wheie the paths of victory lie — AikI pleading for release, is Peden on his knees, And, ''() to l>e wi' Ritchie I " is the burden of his cry. Tlif mountain-mist and snows had been sent to blind his foes, Ani' rose and fell ; the years j^aeci stalkin' hy ; AikI strength and vigor cam, and hope allured my ey*- But the haiinie in my hosoni is a hairnie ever syne, — And what s the liairn's [ canna tell, and what is only mine ! And aft the hairnie greets, at some auld liallad's wail, And syne the bairnie smiles at the pawky Scottish tair Till I can only say, " 'Tis the hairn, it is not [ ; For J hae dignity eneuch, were no the l»airnie l>y I" I've tried to hae it think and speak in foreign tongue, I've dune my vera utmost, and began the lesson youn^ But the bairn is just as Scottish as the day it crossed tli' sea I- Ye tell me I should lule the baiiii ! the baiin is ruling' me ! 1 tell't it to my freend, and wad his wisdom learn, — He said he was himsel just a muckle Scottish bairn I And aye as I hae speir't, T find the glamour cast. And the Baikn within the Max aye is Scottish to thr last! O bairns that arena bairns! whate'er the warld may say, Aye cherish in your hearts the Viloom that lasts for ay«' For he gangs blythest through the warld, and leaves niai>t guid behind, Where Country, Love and Childhood are in his heart enshrined ! SCOTTISH. H7 SONCl: WKE JEANIK. Jeaiiie's no tho noble woman — Wait the years that yet are coniin", — .leanie's but a bairn, and human, Trippin' ower the lea ; Yet for een, the deepest, bluest — Yet for heart, tiie sweetest, truest — ( I races maist, and fauts the fewest — First and fairest she I If some Angel, downward pressing, "Shook his wings," and l>reathed a blessing, Thou has caught his sweet caressing. On lip, and brow, and ee : — (iowd on every tress reposes — Love's ane hue thy cheek discloses — And like Untie inang the loses, Is thv voice to mo. Happy ye wha wins thy favor, Blossom o" the mountain heather ! While the rolling y«'ars may gather Sober thought to me : — Hut my youth, could I begin it, — Love and life had I to win it, — Life wi' my sweet Jeanie in it — Happy could 1 be ! IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I IIM IIIIIM :lii6 M M 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 -m 6" - ► p^ /, \troductinn. " O come to the Indies, Rab ! Foi' the skies of the East are aglow ; There's hope for tliy bosom, and light for thine eyes, There's wealth at thy bidding to flow ! " Twas thus to the Minstrel he sent, With a pledge from his brotherly hand ; As he lay at noon in his sultry tent, And dreamed of his native land ! 8wift sails the message bore Through spicy isles of the sea ; But the bard, or ever it reached the shore, Had laid down his head to dee ! They could kindle and glow at his strains, Or weep 'neata his minstrel wand, — But they left him to die amid clanking chains, In the heart of his native land ! Alas, for a friend at hand, Wi' a bosom as tender and true — And a cheering word for the hopeless bard, Like the lad ower the ocean blue ! SCOTTISH. 91 Soon, soon was thy harp untuned That might lang hae been strung wi' glee- And niony wakened to find thee fled, They wad liae gien gowd to see I () sweetest and kindliest Rab ! Heart-broken, yet brither to a' ; ITow young and how fair thy brow to bear The sorrows that were thy fa' ! Like the JNIixstrel wha set tliee a stave. The Plowman Laddie o' Ayr, We'll drap a saut tear ower thy lowly bier, And a' that lies buried there ! *^ OUR BONNIE BAIRN'S ASLEEP. Our bonnie bairn's asleep ; And Angels constant keep The jewel that's cominittit to their care ; And saft the smile we see On lip, and brow, and ee, A' silent now, and sightless e verm air I * Tlie late true-hearted Scottish Poet, James Ballantine, took Fcrgusaon's grave under his special care, and had a mai^in of shells round it brought from Ayr. After reading; the above, he wrote to the author, "Should we have met when you were here, I should have joined you in your pilgrimage to Fergusson's grave, and shed te irs together over the poor dear fellow and true Scotsman." 1)2 \V. W. SMITH S I'OEMS. But when lier een did close In that lang lapt repose, O think ye na they opened wide in light ? Light whaur the Saviour dwells, Light whaur the music swells. Through that lang day where never fa's night .' Far up, we trace her feet, Alang the gowden street, And waver her forrit, though our heaits are sair ! As near the awfu' Throne, She fearless wanders on, Conveyed by hands that ne'er kent human care. U bonnie V)airn, and blest I Wi' heait and feet at rest ! Out ower thy path we'll hasten to our lianie ! And He wha reigneth there Will no despise our prayer, For peace and pardon in thy Saviour's name I SONG: THE PRISONER. O she wha has my heart in thrall. Is free on braes of Yart ow ! While I gaze on the vacant wall That bounds my dungeon narrow. SCOTTISH. 93 The tyrant gives my sword to slaves, My name to shame and sorrow : But this brave heart he cannot buy Is ever free on Yarrow I 1 know the Spring is in the hxnd, The corn is greenly growing ; r feel the breath of Zephyrs bland Upon my temples blowing. I know her flowers are budding fair, Afar from all this sorrow ; They bloom in Freedom's blessed air, Upon the V)anks of Yarrow ! () softly breathe, ye fragrant winds, Around that mansion olden ; And shine, thou son, with sweetest beams ; Make all her pathway golden ! And come, thou Hope, from 'mong the stars. Speak of some blessed morrow, When I shall burst th?se prison bars, And rove with her on Yarrow I 94 W. W. SMITH S I'OK.MS. SONG : LOCH SAINT MARY. She was her mother's only child, On Yarrow braes a stranger lady, And he was of the mountain wild, A shepherd in his hamely plaidie, His soul looked out through poet's eyes. And hers was heai't beyond disguise, And oft the sun looked in surprise Upon them by Saint Mary. O sweet the lark on Yarrow braes. His widening flight of glory wringing ; But sweeter far that shepherd's lays, Read in the rapture of her singing I Her clear blue eyes upon him bent, Were ruin of his heart's content ; Nor wist she till the charm was spent — Two hearts lost by Saint Mary ! The only hand he e'er had kissed, Sae white and jewelled, would he dare it ] The only form his fancy missed In moorland cottage, would she share it ? Whate'er his fate, he'd dare it now, And brave the worst with manly brow, He vowed his love with many a vow, Beside the Loch Saint Mary. SCOTTISH. 95 She asked lier pride, and that said nay, Some lord must wed the high-born lady ; She asked her heart, and that was aye Still warming to the Sliepherd's plaidie I Now, never from yon summer skies Falls light so sweet to lovers' eyes^ As lound that cot that nestling lies Not fai' from Loch Saint Mai-y ! HABBIE SIMPSON. O weel I wat the Hieland pipes Were never blawn wi' sic a biir. At Wapinschaw by Tweed or Forth, Or 'neath the star that's far'est North, As when the soul of melody Did, like the swelling o' the S3a, Through Habbie Simpson stir ! But, like a cloud that darkly lowers, A canker-weed in bed of flowers, A hoodie-craw 'mang tappit hens, A cawin' rook amang the wrens, A jaggit thistle i' the sheaf, A crawlin' oobit on the leaf — Was the fell spark in Habbie's throat, Not Cora Linn could e'er pit out ! '* ll % W. \V. SMITH S I'OKMS. He wakened fiae a dreadfu dream O' lava-beds and crater seam ; — His vera banes were dried wi' heat, His throat was like Pompeii's street ; — "Janet !" But Janet couldna bring Olenlivat frae the mossy sprinj^ ; And Hab, wi' grewsonie face, and wae, Drank a wee water, wersh and blae. But Janet, lang afore the sun, Had her eventful day begun ; And at the Laird's had made her mane. For " Habbie Simpson, dead and gane !" While jlab, at hame, had happed his head, A sheeted corse — gin he were dead I "Ay, ah," quo' Janet to the lady, "I kenned, 1 ke?\ned it wad come aye day I But how to lay him in kirkyard. Is mair than I can tell or think ; — For there's no a penny i' the house, Nor bite o' bread, nor sowp o' drink I " The lady wad hae Janet ken, She had her pity there and then ; And when the laird cam in belyve — He'd been our coursin' sin' 'twas five — Thev wad consult about her case, And baith befriend her in distress. And then, weel-pleased, a basket filled Wi' bread and cheese, to show their pity Far better pleased was she, it held A bottle o' the aquavita>, ! scornsH. % The c'lieese and ln'cad jniglit weel l>e hiiined. Till first the niouiitaiii-dew was dniincd I Habbie grew unco blithe and gleg, Wi' whiskey bizzin' ower his rraig ; — Sae aft it gaed frae mouth to mouth, [t syne was dune, but no their drouth ! Then Habbie spak : " "j'was rich and rare ! Noo, Janet, couldna ye get some nuiir ! ' " Na, na,"' quo' she, "it maun be i/nu ; I've dune my turn ; it's,^prur turn noo I " Hab wandered out by garden \va', And wondered whaur he'd gang ava ! He daurna' gang down to the laird's — They couldna' twicr deceive the lady I He couldna' gang to Lucky Caird's, An unco score was theie already I " Habbie I " It was the laird that spak, Wi' twa three horsemen at his back. " Yell come down to the Ha' the night. And wi' sti'athspeys ye'll set us right ; Thir friends will hear the pipes wi' glee, — For I liae rompoiu/ ye see ! " ''Laird," quo' the piper, sad and wae, " It wadna' look weel on this day, Blawin' for gear, or blawin' for fame, — My ain wife lyin' a corp at hame ! " " Is Janet dead V "Ay, is she, laird ! And how to lay her in the yird. Is mair than I can tell or think ; For there's no a penny i' the house. 98 W. NV. SMrril S I'OKMS. M 11 i Nor iiit'al to tempt a liuiigry mouse, Noi- bite o' bread, nor sowp o' drink ! " " WtM'l, wcel, my man, I'm uneo wae To think ye've faun on sic a day ; And eanna thole a liouso sae bare — liere a half-crown, till ye get mair ! And when 1 ance consult the lady, To help distress ye'll find us ready." The siller tilled the bottle up — Tlie bottle filled the piper's cup ; Sae happy was lie, Hdgin' fain. He scarce could let the pipes alane. Till something he through window saw That gart him ding the cog awa ! But here the tale maun turn a wee. And bear the laird sma' company. The first word, loupin' frae his steed. He heard, was " Habbie Snnpson's dead ! " '' Na, na, it's Janet /" quo' the laird, " For II ah I saw by his kail-yard I" " Its Hnhbie /" cried his lady gay, — "Janet was here at break o' day. And told us Hab lay dead at hame. And' all the servants heard the same !" " Hoot, toot, guid wife I 'twas Hab himsel' Ten minutes syne, tauld me his tale !" " Now laiid, ye're wrang ! 'twas Hab, I say !" " Twas J anet !" " Habbie !" " Janet— pray Let's say nae mair, my bonnie bird, MOTTIMll. !»•.» A Nvonuin ayt' has the last word — But busk \^i' honiiet, shawl, and ijae Wi' ine to Ilabbif's on the l»mp, And sure well a' be weel agi-eed Wha o' them's leevin', and wha s dead I'" "Janet!" quo Habbie, " what way now? The laird and lady's sti'au<;ht in view ! There's nae retreat in time of need I" ♦• Weel, weel ! We'll just be baith o's dead."' The laird saft chappit at the door ; An awfu' silence swept the floor I Anither rap, then silent stands, The open door still in his hands. " Lang liae 7 ric.den, far hae been, — But o' sad sights that I hae seen, A baJder ne'er before nie spread — A man and 's wife dead in ae bed I'' And then remembering the dispute, Unsettled, wi' ilk witness mute, — '* I'd gie," cried he, " ten shillings free, To ken wha first lay down to dee !'' " T.n shil lings " struck on Habbies ear — 'Twas twa three bottles mair o' cheer I He sprang, and yerkit out his hand, And roared like ane that had command, " I'm drouthie, laird, wi' awfu' thirst — Gie me the siller I / died first I" How grief was gane, how mirth was seen. How happy they were a' at e'en, 100 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. ■iWm' How Vlix- bie's chanter loud did swell, Whene ei- the laird the tale wad tell, — How Habbie charmed the guests aright, Wha lang leuienibered that glad night — Haijl)ie Avas often heard reniarkin', To auld acquaintance at Kilbarchan. But a" the country-side did sav That Hab ?ind Janet, frae that day, Kept frae the drink, and lived discreet ; And a' men grat when Habbie dee't. KAB MACQIJHEKX AND HIS ELSH[N. TiiK Ar(;ument. King Robert Bruce, gaun north, toward Perth, lilts a bit o' a sang some court poet hac) made about the Battle o' Bannoekburn ; but [ daur say it couldna' hae been niuckle worth,, for the lest o't hii> never come down till us. Comin' down by the Eaiii, and kennin' that Elspie MacQuheen had aye some guid kirn-milk, he behoved to be drouthie, and stop[)it at hei yett. She, waitin' on him, observed the heel o' his boot hinging lowse, and gar't her guidman, who was a 8outer. yoke to, and gie't a steek. The auld tale is that the King wadna disni'unt, and Rab by a mischance ran his elshin nine inches intill the King's heel I We may safely dispute the measurement, and no a 'thegither disbelieve the story — foi' I hae learned that traditions are inair apt to be true than to be lees I If a' tales are true, the lang race of the MacQuheens o' the Brig o' Earn aie now extinct — honest John McQueen, (Burns' " Souter Johnnie,") bein' the last o' them, whose banes lie peace fully in AUoway auld Kirk -yard ; (peace till his lingel ') NOornsH. 101 Our Rab afteu promised Johnnie, na doubt, to sing the Sang o' Rab MacQuheeu and his Elshin ; but Death frtuiid him ower sune I Doctor Currie was a' wrang, thiukin' Burns vvantit to sing about Bruce and his grand deeds, in some lang poyem : it was his forgatherin' wi' Rill) MacQuheen he was gaun to sing about I Aih, me I had he but leeved to do 't I • Dear Readei", baud yere breath, while, drappin' a tear, you and I, silently, dedicate this Sang — ettled, but iievci- penned, by him that's now awa, TO THE MEMORY O UrUNS : ■ lley for the Thistle i Hey for the day When the claynK)re swung i' the corn sae green ! W hen the Southron ranks were heaped like strae. And we wan at the Bannock our kirn I ween I Hey to the Thistle !" — Lost was the strain, Ower the Ochills, and doun by the Eain, As jingling doun by the shaw he's gane. Bold King Robert, the gentle and stern. Auld Fife at his back, wi' the Lowlands and Forth, And the red, reeking field o that Midsummer day , i'.i't'ore him, the towering hills of the North, And bonnie Saint Johnstoun, sweet upon Tay. He looks to the right — the burn brattles alang, — He looks to the left, the whins they grew Strang ; And gray and auld farrant, but peaceful and still, Lies Rab MacQuheen's cot i' the bield o' the hill. King Robert the dauntless was still but a man, And a' men hae drouth sin' the warld first began — The soldier bends down till he kisses the spring, — 102 V/. W. SMITH S )'OEMS. For the Knight and the S\}t the Souter is gane, and Rah s but a name That shines in the fore-front o' Scotland's best story ; And the sang now is sung wi" a faltering tongue, That might hae come till us wi' sparkles o' glory. SON(} : IIAMK AGAIN. O gin I were hame again I As hame I wad be; I'd part nae mair, for gowd or gear Frae my ain countrie I For gowd is but the miser's hoard. And gear awa may Hee ; But something better's to the fore, In mv ain countrie ! im W. W. SMITH S POKMS. O gin I were young again ! As young I wad be ; I'd live for love, and no for wealth, In my ain countrie ! For love will live when a' decays — 'Mang snaw may blossom free ; And weel I wat true love's at hame, In my ain countrie ! O gin I were blythe again ! As blythe I wad be ; My neebors should be happy a'. In my ain countrie ! For ae blythe heart will comfort a' That round about him be ; And I hae found nae place for freeiids Like my ain countrie I O gin I Teviot saw again ! As Teviot I wad see ; I'd ask there but a dreamless sleep. In my ain countrie ! For " hame is hame," whaure'er I rove, And that is hame to me ! O keep me aye a welcome smile In my ain countrie ! SCOTTISH. 107 SONG: BONNIE ENEUCH. Ye're bouiiie, lassie ; bonnie oneuch, To them that far in their favor set ye ; — And ower bonnie, far ower lionnie, To them that lo'e ye, and canna jjjet ye I ( ) lassie, wae to Tarn and nie, That e'er we cam to the town o' Drassie I But deeper wae I maun bear my lane, That ever I met wi' a scornfu' lassie I I'm no sae young, and I'm no sae tine, — But I'm young eneuch to be ))roken-hearted ; I hae wared my love on a heartless quean, And youthfu' pride and joy's departed. Ye're bonnie, lassie ; bonnie eneuch. To them that far in their favor set ye ; But ower bonnie, far oAver bonnie. To them that lo'e ye, and wad forget ye I J 08 ii^i W. \V. SMITH S I'OEMS. WALLACE WIGHT. O Wallace wight I I see thee stand Before my fancy's ee, The glory of thy mountain land, The hero of the free I No braver arm, no keener sword Was e'er in Freedom's fight ; Nor gentler heart in lady's bower, Than thine, O Wallace wight I Ay, let them rear, O Wallace wight, Their monuments to thee ; And crown the rugged Abbey Craig \\ ith emblems of the free I And pilgrims from afar, survey, As sunward there they turn, Where Wallace fought at Stirling Brig, And Bruce at Bannockburn ! But far beyond, O Wallace wight ! All monumental art. Thy name shall ever live in light Within each Scottish heart, Thine arm alone upheld the strife. When hope itself was gone ; — When Albyn bled behind her shield. But still fought bravely on I Sl'OTTISH. im And but for thee, () Wallace wi^ht ! Had Freedom languished oft ; In every patriot heart, thy name Has borne his hopes aloft I And thy claymore has raged, unseen, Through Freedom's darkest tight ; Till tyrant hearts have (|uailed before The shade of Wallace wight I ( ) Wallace wight I if e'ei* should be The foe within the land, Then with a dauntless heart like thee Let Caledonians stand ; And, rolling back the invading tide, Hear Scotland proudly say, " Twas thus they fought, 'twas thus they died For me, in Wallace' day !" JAMKS GUTHRIK. 1st Jt-NK, im\. Ye men and breathren, hearken ; Ye who have come to gaze^ And ye who oft have heard me Discourse of Zion's ways : — I come this Sunnner morning. To lay this body down, — I dare not seek its safety — I go to reach my crown I no ■''A li ^i\ \\. W. SMITH S I'OKMS. 1 die not in my folly, For my faith is strong in Clirist ! I go through weary wanderings, To keep an endless tryst I I have preached liis name to sinners, I have held his banner high, — I have lived for Him and loved Hiui, And now for Him T die ! >«. Had my life been evil-doin« I had not refused to die ; But I die because my Master Will not let me turn and fiy. To these I leave my blessing — No more have I to give ; To those my free forgiveness — And pray their souls may live. But oh, for thee, my country. My soul is sore distressed ! The land is full of swearers, Where once God's name was bless'd. The Lord gave us deliverance, Yet we wear the yoke of sin ; And set on high our idols His holy courts within. Ye that with lamentations Do sigh and cry for sin. Despair not of your Zion, For the Lord has joy therein ! SCOTTISH. Ill A holy seed shall serve him, Though long the vision wait ; — Hold fast your sacred Covenant, And watch before his gate I And grieve not 1 should leave you ; My death shall bring no stain ; I join the blest Apostles, And go with Saints to reign. The Covenant live forever I Christ's Kingdom never cease I Now, Oh my Blessed Father, Let me depart in peace I THE MARTYR OF SOLW AY SANDS. The tide was flowing on Solway Sands; And, bound to a rugged stake, A fair-haired Scottish lassie stands. For Christ and Covenant sake. Slie could die in the bloom of her early youth — (But a passing pang to die !) But not one word of the saintly truth Could her guileless tongue deny ! 1 1 J w . \s . sMiiii s I'oi:m.s. *i The water luul reached her praying lips, And dashed in her upturned eyes, — And the swoon that led throu;ut rough and torturing hands unl>oun(l The lass from the M arty i" stake ; And she found herself upon Scottish giound, Still mocked for Jesus' sake. " Now swear to the King I or worse shall be I And abjure your Coccjuinf vile I ' " Never I ' she cried ; '' My King is He Who died for me erstwhile I ^1 Is' " I am His I 1 am His I I am bought with blood I Let me go where the Saints have gone ! I will pray for your King as 1 plead with (lod, But my troth's with Christ alone I " And they bound her again to a rugged stake, In the hoarse advancing tide ; And they saw the gurgling bubbles wake. And the fair hair floating wide — . But they saw not the gleam of the white-winged liost, Nor heard, as she heard, the strain Of the ransomed ones on the Heavenly coast, Who answered the glad refrain, — - SCOTTISH. 11:1 ' UN^ssing, and honor, and gloiy aiul power, For ever and ever shall be To Him who has saved us in Hell's daik hour, And made us His peoi)le, and free I '' Kut the latest voice in that Heavenlv lav — The clearest of all beside -- Was hers who went to her death that dav In the Solway's flowing' tide ! O Scottish Land ! at fair Fref'dom s l)irth, With- what throes and pangs thou cried I — It was not a loss, ^ ut a gain to Earth, That Makc.arkt Wilson died ! ROBERT BRUCE. 7th June, l:«J». Came Summer in her smile of pride, — On every hill the light bree/e sighing : But low at Cardross on the Clyde Lay Scotland's kingly warrior dying. "My days have seen but stoure and strife, — I could not turn from Scotland's sorrow ! And the one dream I dreamed in life Has waited aye some flattering mori'ow. 114 W. \V. SMITH S i'OK.MS. "My sword, I vowed and vowed again, From Paynini spears should slacken never, Until Jerusalem's sacred fane Should stand emancipate forever ! " My soul, my vision's with my vow ! O Douglas, dost thou see them stricken ? (»o, seek the fight : my sword be thou ; And hear my heart where dangers thicken I " Drive the invader from the home Of holy seer, and pr'ophet weeping ; Then lay my heart within the tomb Where once my Lord in death lay sleeping ! " That sacred trust he onward beais — Through distant lands still journeying ever ; But fell amid the Moslem spears. Beside the rushing (^uadalquiver I And when the fight was done, he lay, With Bruce's heart, all foes defying I — In Melrose' ruined aisle to-day The Douglas and the Heart are lying ! SCOTTISH. 115 THOMAS THE RHYMER. The Rhymer lay on Huntly bank ; While mystic memories drifted oer him ; — He raised his eyes at the armour's clank, And a steel-clad warrior stood before him. " Now tell me, thou Rhymer I " the warrior cried, " What is it that clouds thy brow with sorrow ?' " The past was dark I ' the Seer replied, " But darker yet shall be Scotland's morrow I " I see in vision his courser fall, — And Scotland's King lies crushed and dying I -* [ see, o'er Flodden's summit tall The shattered hosts of Scotland flying I " The warrior flushes he holds his l)reath — On the pale seer his glance reposes ;— '' Now tell me, Rhymer ! on pain of death, What more thy mystic lore discloses I " " At Bannockburn can I see the Bruce The warlike pride of England shiver ; And wring for us a blessed truce, Till Scotland's bleeding wounds reeovei-. Alexander III. ■its: I Jl<) \V. W. SMITH S I'OK.MS. " From Bruces liouse .shall they come to reign, . From southmost sea to yon farthest Highlands; And far and long shall sweep the main The Idended Standakd of the Islands!" He kissed the Riiymer's (|uivering liand, And bowed M'ith uncovered head before him ; Tlien swiftly he sped adown the strand — Yet still was the spell of that vision o'er liim I WALLACE'S FAREWELL TO MARION Farewell to thee, my Marion I For my sword must leave its sheath ; — Mine arms are calmly folded, But the heart beats wild beneath I I hear the distant thunder As the foe breaks on ou!' shore ; — Farewell to thee, my Marion I For I seek the tield once more ! Farewell to tliee, my Marion I We have parted thus before. And kissed again in t.'iumph As the foe fled from our shore : — SCOTTISH. 11^ But now a bodinj^ whisper Says tliis sliall be for aye ;- Farewell to thee, my Alariou : For I seek the deadly fray I Farewell to thee, my Marion I Tis not in battle's hour Thy warrior's heart shall fail him, Or his sword forget its power I But who can wear a cuirass That is proof 'gainst treacheiio f — Farewell to thee, my Marion I And farewell to libertie I Farewell to thee, njy Marion I They may wruig tliy faithful heart. And dip their swords in Martyr blood, - Thy faith shall ne'er depart ! But mine while life shall linger, And mine when death shall be ! — Farewell to thee, my Marion I Mv heart is aye with thee. Farewell to thee, my Marion I The lore that lights mv wav Foretells for bleeding Scotland A bright and glorious day I And Wallace" blood shall moisten The soil where Freedom grows ; — Farewell to thee, my Marion ! And a welcome to mv foes ! 118 W. \V. SMITH S FOEMS. Farewell to thee, my Marion ! I go from love and thee, To strike for bonnie Scotland, — For her, for her to dee ! My name, arid fame, and honor, I leave with her for aye ; — Farewell to thee, my Marion ! And farewell the light of day ! BURNS. FOR A SCOTTISH GATHERING. Like as a Scottish sodger thinks, Whatever else betide him — On foreign shore — by Stirling's Links- That Wallace stands beside him ! Sae wheresoe'er our lot be cast. By wood or winding river, The spirit of the mighty Past Is o'er our souls forever ! And in that vision o' langsyne What rapture is, and glory — Where Robin trills the tuneful line, And guides the touching story ! SCOTTISH. 119 We see his artless Bonnie Jean, Or Tarn, wi' witch and fairy, — And weep to think what might have been For Burns and Highland Mary I We trod the hills with firmer step, That Burns had trod before us ; And dreamed each feathered warbler kept Some Caledonian chorus I Or furrow drew wi' ten tie care. Though less it needed guiding — The Minstrel frae the banks o' Ayr Was by the plowman striding ! Aih, Sirs ! could Robin been advised To life's amended issue I A new edition^ read, revised, Correct in every tissue ! But they who might his mentors been, Were tempters all beside him ; They tippled wi' him morn and e'en. But never sought to guide him ! I tell you, friends ! we'll look nae niair At ilk lamented failing — But like the laverock high in air Beside some cloudlet sailing, We hae his thoughts, his words, his sang, Like some sweet story olden. To fire us as we plod alang Toward our sunset golden ! Ill 120 W. W. SMITH S I'OBMS. If Independence in the heart Has ever won its measure — If loves and lives of manly men Have given the world a treasme — If on the brow of honest Worth A halo e'ir has lighted, Thank Burns I who taught that nevernjoiv Should man l>y man he slighted I To us, in cabins of the West, Or some young city viewing, With Scottish lore Burns gives a zest To all that's worth pursuing ! We stand, with him, for God-given light (^f life, and love, and labor ! And every man's a Scot to-night, And every Scot "Our Nrighbok !" OUR NAME IS WHAUR WE MAK OUH NEST. Our hame is whaur we mak our nest, By wood, or wave, or winding river ; — Our bed is whaur we gang to rest, To dream o' happy days forever ! And as the bride, some dear burnside Forsakes, to follow love's sweet tether, l> SCOTTISH. 121 And maks her hame o' joy and pride Whaure'er hei* treasures draw th^tUei', — Sae we, ayont the saut-sea t'aeni, In dear Canadia tind our hame I We hae na changed our scorn o' pride, Our love o' right, and worth and honor, - Nor left by Tweed, or Tay, or Clyde, What Scotia's noblest sons have won her I But aye the same in W^estern hame, As 'neath her skies, or 'mang her heathtM- : Kent aiblins by anither name. As round her ingleside we gather, — Canadian ilka branch and shoot- • The stock some sturdy Scottish root ! O weel 1 wat, we'll gie her praise — Our ain Dominion, calmly lying ; Where Freedom's wing has fanned her braes, And love on ilka breath is sighing I How hae we smiled to tame the wild, - Through virgin soil to steer the furrow, - Or how the house-logs high we piled. To bield us frae some wintry morrow I Yet underneath that humble shade How sweet the hame that love has nuulr. Fiae billowed lakes that glint afar, — To Northern mountains grandly swolling. That lean against the Polar s'ar. And keep the postern o' our dwelling ; 122 W, W. SMITH S POEMS. aMfii Sic braid domain ! sic fields to gain, Unfought by sword, by share unfurrowed ! Sic tales to tell o' hill and plain, Or sing in native strains unborrowed I Nae minstrel harp can e'er be tame That fitly sings our Norland hame I As when the frugal meal is ower — Ilk want supplied, and care discarded. We own the sweet enchanting- power O' strains till then a' disregarded ; Sae hae we here, for mony a year. Been sae intent wi' field smd fallow, The Muse's voice we scarce could hear. By fount, or Hood, or hazel-hollow ! Our bread is won, the fight is ower — Canadia's Muse, we own thy power ! We'll sing, with thee, the lochs and springs. The woods and wilds, by hill and river, — The cloudless skies — the thousand things That mak our hame a joy forever I Frae Breton's tide to Huron's side. How mony happy heaii;s replying, Wi' a' a nation's new-bom pride. Thy lofty mien and glance descrying — Ca' thee to sing sae loud and clear, That a' the listening warld umy hear !■ Sweet hame o' joys that yet may be ; — In bygane days our pride and glory ; srorn.sH. V2'A Wi' bosoms leal we turn to thee. And read our record in tliy story I In war or peace, a hardy race, Aye free in spirit, thought, opinion — Shall, rising, fill their fathers' place, And love, as we, our ain Dominion. Wi' love that flows like Lawrence' flood. And deep and boundless as thy wood. Oh I ither lands their gowd may sen', And spicy forests there may flourish ; — Canadia, thou that rearest men, A nobler crap that theirs can nourish 1 Thy maids as fair as forms o' air That flit amang our dreams beguiling, — »Wi' peace in ilka prospect rare, And plenty ower the landscape smiling ;- Fu' fain we linger ower thy name, And bless our dear Canadian hame ! i 124 W. W. SMITHS l'«»KMS. CRAWS. TO MY FATIIKH. WIIASE LOVK TO SCOTLAND, ANJ» MER VEKA t!KA\VS, IS AS ITKK AS HIS AIN SNAWWHITK POW, THIS POKM, WIIK'M KK.rot NTS SOME o' HIS AIN KAKMKST HISTORY IS DEDICATED. It is iia every man that kens a crav) I This I lav down as universal law ; — For weel I wat a craw's like ither folk, And keeps his mind weel hidden in a pock. Wha kens a craw, was bred amang the craws I * Kent them afore the hornbook or the tawse, — Thought their rough speech a dialect o' his ain — Kent when they prophesied o' cauld or rain ; — And never lookit to the lift on high, But saw a craw between him and the sky ! In days langsyne, auld Scotia's pennon flew, At some spear-heid, a simple streak o' blue,^ — Till chiels would hae the Lion standard rear't, And spak o' dexter, azure, gules and vert. " Na, na," said Sandy o' the Knowe, at Scoon, When auld King Kenneth first pat on his crown : *' Nana o' your lions, roarin', rampin' through, Tearin' and slayin' till his wame is fu' ; SCOTTISH. 125 But gin ye want, an emblem fit and braw, Tak my advice, an' let it be a crav I H«*"s a' our ain, like thrissle-taps an' heatiier, And far inair like a Scotsman a' thegither : 8fio cannie, slee an' pawkie to the sight, An' circling lang roun' whaur he means to light ; VVlia keeps frae girns and snares like you and me, — And, saw wha will, his corn is growin' aye I" All. 'Sandy, man I but weel ye kent the mind oraws, and lions, and the human kind : — 1 doubtna', in auld books judicious walin', Mut ye'd be foun' the Patron Haint of Crailing ! Sweet Crailing ! wi' thy streams, and haughs and woods As fair as e'er were found aneath the cluds : How sweet to watch the spring come like a blush, < iwer maiden's cheek, on ilka tree and bush, When laddies ran to allure the ascending trouts. And, mad wi' joy, brak out in hoys and shouts I The vera Teviot, rowin' through the haughs. Now brattlin' on, now gliding 'neath the saughs, Partakes the influence o' sweet Nature's laws, An' sings in unison wi' Crailing's craws ! Many a' the howffs o' craws, frae Banff to Cheviot, There's nane like Crailing i' the haughs o' Teviot : — ^io grand assemblies i' the upper air. Circling in solemn state, in hunders there ; Some statesman-project surely there was born. Nor ane wad condescend to think o' corn ; Yet ne'er a field was sawn, the parish through. \2(\ W. W. SMITH S I'OKMS. But 'twas discussed frae every point o' view ; The plot was cleckit i' the sunset-blaze — The Held was harried or the plowman raise ! Hut when cam Martinmas, and then cam Yule, And winter's wine was seen in ilka pool, — When trees were bare, and stibble fields were white, An' a' the insect tribe were out o' sight, — How humble were the craws ; how honest, pure. As shiverin' roun' the trees frae hour to hour, They tauld o' auld misdeeds in field and tree, And vowed stran^ vows o' honest poverty. (There's naething like a hungry wame, to gie A strength to humble, virtuous honesty !) Ane wad wi' waefu' voice his neebor tell What to a Cottar he had dune himsel', Howkin' his wee bit crap out o' the grun', — Till sune the nian was roupit out an' dune ! Ithers confessed, in penitent narration, How they had [held a three-days' jubilation 'Mang mattent stooks, wi' sair an' bursten wame, An' a' the wyte was laid upon the game. Anither humbly owned the desecration. How, near Lord Cranstoun's vault he took liis station- And when the beadle till his kail had gane. He in, and whuppit aff a dead nun's bane ! Till ane wad think the craws w\d steal nae mair,— Just nip a worm ahint the r-lowman's share, — Or i' the woods, amang the leaves an' faggots. Wad honest scart for speiders, bugs and maggots. st;o'JTisii. 127 But ah, how dim an' low repentance burns, When tempting opportunity returns ! Ower sin unseen we easy victories gain, — The sin, returning, brands us for its ain I Cauld Candlemas had passed, when auld wives said The tirst stick o' her nest ilk craw had laid ; An' early Spring cam in wi' flowery feet, An' scattered cowslips wide, and daisies sweet, Wee birds cam back frae lands ayont the seas — The bleat o' lambs was borne upon the breeze — And farmers early out to pleugh and saw, (jrained great applause frae every honest craw. I canna tell, whether in Crailing craws Meujories were short, or what might be the cause, But weel I ken, when genial Spring cam in. Ilk thievin' craw fell until his auld sin I The Minister, guid man, wha humm'd and hae'd, In parish Kirk, a quiet honest trade — Wad pleugh his glebe, and hae it sawn wi' corn ; An' down the haugh wi' active feet was borne In search o' some bit callant, wha might herd The new-sawn field, and save the tender braird; Now Jockie was a wee and active laddie. Could play fit-ba' as weel as onybody — Catch minnons, set a girn, or dim' a tree — An' as for duds — weel, let the laddie be I Duly installed, Ijehold him at the Manse ; Now let the craws and him just tak their chance 128 W. W. SMITH S I'OKMS. A week had passed, and Jockie to the Schiile Ganfjs niarchin' in, according to the rule ; Lang, dark, severe, the Dominie sternly raise - " Where have you heen, sir, for these several days 1 (confess your truantry !" The laddie stared Fu'st at the Dominie, and then at tawse uprearcd, " 1 was herdin' '" —then he lookit at the tawse — " I was herdin', herdin'. Sir — t/i". Minister's rran\s I" The parson, when he heard the kind o' flock He thus was said to keep by little Jock, Drew out his snuft-box, made a cautious wale, ., And botched and leuch at the wee laddie's tale ; " Deed, larldie, mony a ane like me avows, His flock is unco niair like craivs than doirs ." Wee Hughie gied awa up Te'iot side. For service at some lane farm-house to bide, He missed the murmur o' sweet Owsenam Water, He missed the cheery road wi' ceaseless clatter ; He missed the aiks, the lime trees, and the haws, He missed the vera music o' the vrmns .' His heart was sick, he couldna eat his biead — 'Twas hame, 'twas hame, was ever in his heid ! The only thing that gied a blink o' joy, Was whiles a hame-like craw came sailin by. He kent they a' had left some Crailing tree. And grat to hae the wings a craw could gie I Wi' wistfu' een he watched ane sailin' by — His heart gaed out in ae despairin' cry. As down his cheeks the bitter tears were hailin', " Aih craw ! craw ! When saw ye Crailing /" Aye, mony a ane like hes been sick for hanic, And dee't for something that they couldna name ! For who sae loves auld Scotland's vera craws, Lo\es Scotland's sel', her scenes, her folk, her laws ; Aiifl to the utmost screed o' earth conveys [lis country's worth, her valor and her praise I There's some wad live wi' rhetoric and wi' grammar, IthiM'S by knappin rocks wi' a wee hammer ; An' some wi' Lingua Franca sputtering jargon - Wliether they're man or ape it's just a bargain I I) lit tak a Scotsman frae his border hills, Where loud and far the whistlin' plover wheels, lift him but tread the moss o" Ancrum Moor, And learn tradition's patriotic lore,— (lio him his spells, his carritch, A, B. C An mathematics to the Rule o' Three ; — lie 11 get his grammar frae the friendly craws, Hell learn philosophy frae Nature's laws — Philanthropy is but his heart's ain power, And love but Jeanie's glance at gloamin's hour ! Thus gaed they out frae burn, and haugh, and plain, Wliase power and eloquence were a' their ain ; Wha little owed to schules, or buiks, or leai-, < Kved something aiblins to tiie craws in air. To Science less — an' to rough sense the mair : Yet nicked their names on tally stick o' Time, And made auld Scotland ai d themselves sublime '. Where Jedworth's Al)bey rears its heid aboon. An' daws "nd swallows sweep wi' endless roun'. 130 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. Where lady -tourists stick in winding stair, * An' niair ye seek, ye'll aye find out the mair, - Where Davie Brewster sought scholastic study. As lang syne Jamie Thamson on a cuddie ; — Where sweeps the wind through learning's chosen uook- An' cloisters nae mair even smell o' books — There still, wi' curious een the stranger sees, Aboon his heid, and 'niang the traceries An' supple carvings o' the storied stone, The sturdy monograms o' Abbot John '^ §|0U ^al/' ye read aboon the springing arch,- " John Hall ? and wha was hel " ye fain wad search. Up Owsenan) Water ye may whiles discern On wee bit knowes, a something like a cairn ; Just a green heap where some auld lum was foun', That lang survived the crumblin' wa's aroun' ; — In siccan cot stout Abbot John was born, A rowiie-powlie callant, a' forlorn. He owned nae teacher but the Crailing craws — He scorned a' schules, and books, an' sclates, an' tawse, Aye rainmin' information down his throat ^y " Rule o' thoomb," without a book or note ; — He sune faund Crailing haugh ower sma' a "sphere I'' An' hint King David marched wi' sturdy spear. An' when the King wad big a stately pile. To be a light aniang the Sons o' Toil, To lead the Borderers in Learning's ways. An' tune their slogans into psalms o' prnise, Wha to his. aid might he sae fitting call, As honest, upright, downright, douce John Hall i SCOTTISH. 131 An when, admiring, ye wad learn the cause, Mark, 'twas the craws that made him what he was I Sae to our sage conclusion straught we come — Wha learns to speak frae craws, will ne'er be dumb ! Wha learns his grammar frae their voice in air, Will aye be ca'd "a nat'ral orator;" Wha learns the wisdom o' their council-trees — His heid to carry wi' sic courtly ease — To keep as free as they frae traps an' girns — An wind as few o" dark misfortune's pirns, — '^'hr has as mony frien's o' his ain kind, eaves as few untasted joys behind I — .A \\ ha keeps as weel his color to the last - (** Wash a craw white ! " no Parliament e'er passefl I ) An keeps as ready for the next guid chance As the glib craw, wi' his slee pawkie glance, — Will mak a guid, fair, average, cannie Scot, — Determined to be happy wi' his lot : — Scotlani 9>ye first, her honor and her cause. Her bards, her mountains — nay, her vera craws .' HiiDsel', in modest place aneath her ee. For weel he kens she is, whate'er her sons shall be ' Sote.— raji'inj; 1:^ an ancient hamlet, at the junction of the Oxnani Water with the K.i'ti it .k ; ; on the opposite side of the Teviot from the battle field of Ancrum Moor, ft is two miles from Jedburgh. The Dominie was Robert .\itlien, /ail.?' o« rhi '-oXm celebrated Revivalist, Rev. Robert Aitken ; and grand'.«ther of the noted English Evangelist, Rev. Hay Aitken. Jedburgh .\btKy is a flne old ruin. It was founded by David I. The cloister is still shown, where, in modem times, a Grammar School was kept, at which Thorn- •on of " The Seasons,' and Sir David Brewster were eduoa<«d. Of '• Hughie" I ie happy days to be ; — O the ! ^ T>i" Highland laddie ! There i , -t and love for thee ! O the honest Highland laddie ! In his shieling by the burn, Wha can wear his humV)le tartan, But a crown dishonored spurn. O the world has wealth and honor For the true and for the tried ; O the honest Highland laddie ! Be thine honor a' thy pride I O the merrie Highland laddie I Wantin' sorrow, wantin' shoon ; Chasing laverocks 'mang the heather. Puffin' cheeks out like the moon : — They are saut tears for the shedding, - May that flow be ne'er thine ain I O the merry Highland laddie I Seek nae grief, and feel nae pain I SCOTTISH. i:ia O the gallant Highland laddie ! Wi' an arm to guard the right ; ■ And a hrow that burns and Hushes With a conscious innei- might. There are wrangs that maun be righted, There are triun)phs yet to be ; — O the gallant Highland laddie ! There is glory Y»aits for thee I Wha could meet thee. Highland laddie, And his heart no be thine ain I True and gentle, leal and ready, Prizing honor mair than gain : — Evil lifts its head around us, Scotland's ills are sair to dree ; But we trust thee, Highland laddie, ^ Wrang shall never bear the gree ! SUNG: \V1' THE LAVER(JL'K I THE LIFT. Wi" the laverock i' the lift, piping music i' the skies, When the shepherd lea's his cot, and the dew on gowan lies — I p, up, let me awa frae the dreams the night has seen, And ask what is the matter wi' my heart sin' yestere'en ? The laverock i' the lift, i' the wildest o' his flight. Sees whaur his love abides, wi' throhbings o' deliglit,-- 134 W. W. SMITH S Pf>KMS. But I behold her cot, and awaken to ray pain — It canna sure be love, or I'd sune be weel again ! Adown the sunny glade, there's a bower that cottage nigh, Whaur the flowers aye are sweetest, and the burn gan^s singin' by,— 'Twas there we partit late, wi' a kiss or twa between, But what can be the matter wi' n)y heart sin yestereVn .' I'll to yon garden hie, ere the gloaming close its ee, I'll tell her o' ray pain, and ask what it can be 1 It raay be she can cure wha gar't me first compleen, For aih ! there's something wrang wi' my heart sin yestere'on ! SONG : BE88IE BELL AND MARY GRAY Frae bonnie Saiii"^ Johnstoun he hied on his way, To seek Bessie Bell, and to seek Mary Gray ; For doun by the burn they had biggit their bower, And wi' lang simmer rashes they theekit it ower. And un' fang simmer rashes they theekit it otoer.. There were nae twa lasses sae fair and sae free, 'Tween the blue Hieland hills and the sough o' the sea And blythe were the threesome that lang simmer day,— For they baith loved the lad, and he loved Mary Gray. For they haith loved the lad, and he loved Mary Gray. .SCOTTISH. V.io But the plague it was sair, and the land it was wae, There was sighing and sabbing by night and by day ;- And e'en to Lhtj bower where the lassies had gane, The spoiler cam down, as he numbered his ain ! Tli»' spoiler cam doivn nx he numbered his ain ' The sun, or he set, keekit under the theek — Xae smiles now o' welcome, nae voices to speak ; And mony a heart at the tidings was wae, For sweet Bessie Bell, and for sweet Mary Gray. F sing to the Lord, He hatli triumphed in glory I The rider and steed hath he east in the sea I The Lord is iny strength, and the song of my story : My help and my Saviour forever is he. The Lord is my Goil ; in a high habitation The God of my fathers exalted shall he ! The Lord maketh war ! in his name is salvation I The chariot and host he hath oast in the sea I Hie Captains, outhreathing oppression and slaughters, Are drowned in the depths of the ocean below; — As a stone, so they sank in the midst of the waters I God's hand hath all shattered the might of the foe I Tiie foes that withstood thee but Hourished to wither Consumed as the stubble that burns in thy path; — At thy breath were the waters all gathered together, And the pulse of the deep became silent as death I 'I Then madly the enemy rushed to the slaughter — To the spoil and revenge, and to glory untold ; — Thou didst blow with thv wind, and beneath that wild water Like lead they lay sunken, as lifeless and cold I 4 <1 ll Vi f 106 W. W. SMITH S COKMS, Who is like unto thee, O thou tuighty in t,'lory ? Or who 'mong the gods is compared unto thee ? — ■ All holy and glorious, wondrous in story ; — Thou only our praise and redemption shall he I KX. XV, GO]) OF (iLORV. (?od of Glory I let me be Still a worshipper of thee I Let thy glory and thy love. Beaming from the heaven above, Lead the soul thou dost make free. Still to worship only thee I (iod of Grace I thy name shall be Honored to Eternity ! — For the gift of Jesus' love — For the hopes of heaven above I — Ever blest thy name shall be, — Honored to Eternity ! (xod of Love ! thy holy day Teaches us to praise and pray ; — Like a foretaste from the sky. Of an endless day on high ; — So let every Sabbath day Teach us how to praise and pray ! Ex. XX. ;mi KELKilOlS. 1«7 i'HRIST. THE ONLY PRIEST. Altar and sacritice, Vanished away ; Nothing Ijefore iny eyes Now when I pray : — Only ] know that he, Dying, who died for me Takes sin away ! Teniple, and waiting priest, Now find I none ; Offering, and holy feast, All, all are gone ! Christ in my room and stead, Christ foi- my Heavenly Bread, Christ mine alone I I have no offering. Pardon to win ; Only a soul I bring, Weary of sin I High Priest before the Throne, Thou art my trust alone ; — Lord, take me in I Lev. i. m, 168 W. SMITH S rOKMH. MOSES. Up from the Plains of Moab he went, To Nebo's mountain bare ; And on the top of Pisgah bent Before Jehovah there I While o'er the Plains of Jericho, And o'er the Jordan deep, The long-sought Land of Promise lay Like rapture in a sleep ! He looked on Gilead's hills of blue, To farthest bounds of Dan ; — From Naphtali his raptured view To Ephraim's mountains ran : — Manasseh's portion, yet to be, And Judah's regal land ; From the far gleam of utmost sea, To Zoar at his left hand. "■ This is the land,'* Jehovah said, " That I to Abraham sware Should, by his seed inherited, Above all lands be fair. And thou hast seen it with thine eyes, My faithful word to know, — But o'er that stream that hidden lies Thou shalt not thither go." KKLKMOIS. im Then fades the wondrouH vision bright Before his weary eyes ; And dead upon Mount Nebo's height Within God's hand he lies. And had for pageant burial, And a tomb with garlands drest, — A rest unseen in a vale of green, And a home among the blest ! Deut. xxxiv, THE MOUNT OF VISION. As Moses sang his Song of Songs, To Him to whom the praise l)elongs, And charged the host that round him stood. To shun the ill, and choose the good ; — So our Great Leader breathed a prayer For us, for mankind everywhere ; — Then heard, like him, the voice on high — Like him went up the Mount to die ! And from that mountain saw he there The land that God to Abraham sware, From Gilead's mountains far and free, O'er Judah to the utmo.st sea. And from his Cross shall Jesus view The World his grace creates anew ; And die, with glory in his soul That man may rise from sin's control ! 170 W. W. SMITH S »'(»KMS. And oh, when we our portion see, Kiom Nebo's top, or Calvary, Then what is death, that comes between f A margin-line across the scene ! And there Ijeyond, our treasure lies, With balmy air and sunny skies — And we, where Sin hath never trod, Shall be at home, and walk with (iod. -Dent. :«. ISRAEL CROSSING JORDAN. The desej't was all behind them. The weariness and tht pain ; — The Land lay all before them. Across the river-plain. The yellow corn-tields waving. The vineyards olad in green ; Seemed beckoning onward to that best. Where Jordan lay between. They thought not of the harvest That swelled the floods between — They thought but of the harvest All bright in goldeji sheen. Tis thus when Heaven conies o'er us, Its glory and its power, T>eath has no terrors, Karth no (iaiuis Hnr Home lies just Wfore 1 RRT.UilOrs. 171 They harnessed for the IwittU'. To Kght the foes of God ; Wherever he led onward. With willing feet they tnxl. Oh, when the Lord doth proiuJM' A land of blissful rest, Our waiting souls already share The rapture of the Blest ! Lead on. thou glorious ('hiet'tiiin ! To coiujuest over sin : And follow, ye his people, Your heritage to win ! A greater far than .Joshua Has passed, our tents among. — Saying, '* Be thou strong and full of faith Thy toil shall end in song !" The Ark went ilown Ijefore them — The sweeping l»illows stood : — No ni>«n had ever dared to stem That raging har\ est-flood. Yet white-ro'i .{ priests went meekly Adown *^hi: slippewy steep. And gath«'red rouiul tin- Ark of (Jod That wondrous path to k»M'p. So when Death s swellinij l»illosv My feet essay at last. The Ark goes down Uefort- me. And stays till I have passed. 172 W. W. SMITH S I'OEMS. The waters " heap " above me, The waters " fail " below — And to the Land my God Vjestows, My happy footsteps go. Ah, firm my High-Priest resteth Beside the Ark of God ; Till e'en the weakest pilgrim ( )n Canaan's shore hath trod. He leads us as we entei*. He cheers us as we go ; He leads us — comes behiml us — And guards from every foe ! There were .some who well remembered How they passed the Red Sea thrcdgh : And how sank the hosts of Pharaoh. Hefore their childish view. And the same Lord would lead them Through Jordan's lessor Hood ; — And strong in faith -liey |>as.sed where Hrnj The Testimonv stood I And they who went in tremhiiny. Starting at every breeze, (Jame none the less in safety through By the same power as these. ( ) Faith that never falters ! < ) Hope that never dies ; Death, that robs us of our courage, < 'annot rob us of our prize I —Josh. 'A : and 4. UKI.IOIOl S 173 GO SEEK A MAN [N BETHLEHEM. " Go seek a man in Bethlehem : A king I name to thee, And him anoint in midst of them, Whose heart is right with me ! ' Twas thus of David God did speak, — And him the Prophet found ; Ruddy, and fair, and young and meek. Whom (liod with l)le.ssings crowned. " From Bethlehem shall he arise — A Prince to rule for God : — O look to Him, your Sacritice, All ends of earth abroad I " Twas thus of Jesus God did speak.— Forever faithful found ; — ()V>odient, holy, pure and meek, VV^ith Heavenly blessings crowned. He left the Hocks of li»'thl('hem — The path of au-. Let me retufi /', L"rt/. t<> f/ife. .' Thou hast given a soul to me — Soul to follow only thee ! Rut beneath the wine-cujt's .sway, Fades its noblest powers away I Clio : KKrj«JHtrs. 175 Thou hast won a Heaven for me Offered freely, oh hoM- free I But Intemperance' fatal power Bars the portal evermore ! (J HO 1 Kings 20 : 12 Irt. K L 1 .1 A H . Worn and weary with Karth's Hghtin^, Sighed Elijah foi- his home, As he crossed the Jordan's waters, Where he knew relief would come I And the angels bright descended To that lonely river shore- Where the prophet found his glory, And the mourner sighed no more. Ho Klijali rose to heaven, So remained his huml'le tViend ; ( )ne to see his Mastei's gloiy^ One to work till life should eiul. r»oth shall stand at Christ's appearinjLj, l^oth have welcome of their Lord ; And the soul that follows .lesHs Has fulHImf nt of his word. 176 W. W. SMITH S POBM«. Not on Carniel was his triumph, Though the power of God was there When the priests of Baal were smitten With destruction and despair : — But 'twas in that lonely valley, Just beyond the Jordan's stream, Where the Prophet had his glory, And the dreamer had his drean) ! Thus, 'tis not when were exalted On some mountain of renown, But when humUle in the valley Comes the chariot rushing down. Oh, to share that day of triumph. When with Christ we rise on high, With ten thousand times ten thousand. To the glories of the sky ! II Kings, '2. HEIIOIOI'S. 17: THE LEPEK. Let praise arise tc God alK)\e, The Saviour of my soul ; I came, to Him with trembling love, And he has made me whole I My sin was found in every part — A leprosy within ; 1 ean)e with a polluted heart. And he forgave my sin ! No Syrian gold, nor raiment white Can I on liim l>estow ; A humble soul, a heart contrite, Is all the gift I know. Twas God who did the gift l)«st<)\\ . 'Twas I the gift received ; I dipped into the Jordan's How. And as I laved 1 lived ! And ever, on my pilurin) path. His grace will 1 e.xiol ; The Father turns away his wuitli. And Jesvis make ww whole '. II KiNU.s ft. ^wsHm 17H W. W. SMITH H POKM.S. BriLDINO K()R GOD. They eaine to lay the Temple walls, And build a house for God ; And raise the sacred ruins up. The spoiler long had trod. Their song the listening stranger heard, Upon the hills afar — " How good and kind art thou, O Lord ! How great thy mercies are !" And shouts and sobs alternate broke Upon the morning air ; — They wept to see the ruins lie. Yet joyed to labour there. And joy and sorrow mingled rose, And reached the hills afar, — " How good and kind art thou, ( ) Lord How great thy mercies are ! " 80 let us raise the ruined walls Our fainting faith deplored : And set our broken altars up, .\nd vow to serve the Lord ! And, O thou King of Glory, hear, Even on thy throne afar. As here we sing, ** How good thou art ! How great thy mercies are 1 " I'./.ra :i. KKLKMOIM. iVfi THE (I'KSE OK WINE. Crown of praise, and glorious beauty, Passed away like fading flower ! In the wine-cup, God and duty All forgotten in an hour ! Let Jehovah, Let Jehovah, lie. his people's crown and power .' Prophet, priest, through wine are erring Prayer and faith are faint and low ; And the church of God is bearing Pain upon her saintly brow ! Loi'd, delirt'r .' Lord, deliver ! .SVtyw from sin, and sarf as tunr .' Brighter days, and days of glory Rise, when God shall Zion crown ; When the wine-cup's dismal story Dims no more her fair r»»nown ! Lord of glory. Lord of glory, Rpign thoo o'er the world alone .' Is. 2S : I 17, 180 W. W. SMITH S I'OKMS. |U^ AWAKE, AWAKE, O ZION Awake, awake, O Zion I In strength and glory sing ! Put on thy robe of beauty, With holy joy and duty,— Thou city of the King I Thou city of the King / Thy bondage and thy mourning , Shall pass like night away No more, the foe oppressing ; — But God thy wrongs redressing ; — Thy darkness turns to day ! Thjf darkness furna to day .' The heralds of salvation, How beautiful their feet I Upon the mountains flying,— With news to siiniers dying, Their ransom is complete ! Their ransom is complete ! The voice of watchmen singing, On every breeze is blown ; — With eye to eye beholding, The glorious day unfolding, When Christ shall reign alone ! When Christ shall reign alone ! KKMUlol s. 181 Our (jtckI in might arising, Hath bared his arm and cried,' " Ho, ye of every nation I Return, and taste salvation : For Christ, your Lord, hath died ! " For Chrixt, ymir Ltri'il, Unth dv'd ! Is. rvj : 110. (iOl) IIKST()UIN(;. ( Jod's great voice afar is sounding, I , the Lord, will l)e thy God I They who fled from sword and slaughter, Shall to me be son and daughter, Ev'n in silent wilderness- Where my peace doth Israel blesH ! liO, of old the Lord appearing ; — Mine is everlasting love I All my loving kindness thrilled thee — Once again, O Land, I build thee ! — Decked with jewels — crowned with song. Thou shalt join the joyful throng. On Samaria's silent mountains Shall the vine her clusters fill ; — Thou shalt plant and thou shalt eat them ; IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I IIIIM 11^ ii4_o II 11 2.0 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 ^1 6" - » om <^» A e^ 'm a y that love, I'll patient bear my weary way ; Until my toils shall end above With Jesus, in Eternal day ! Act* *n M 200 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. THOU MUST KEEP ME! Thou must keep me, O my Father ! Keep and save thy trusting child ! Fierce the foes that round me gather,— All my prospect dark and wild. Keep me ever ! keep me ever ! Thou, my God, art reconciled ! Make me daring in the danger ; 'Tis to try thy children's faith ; — Sloth and slumber is a stranger To the Trust that smiles at death ! Lord, I'll trust thee ; Lord, I'll trust thee I Trust thee to my latest breath ! 'Tis not I they'd slay and slander ; — "Tis not I alone, abhorred ; — Gladly would their hatred wander From the Saint, to smite his Lord ! Save me, Jesus ! Save me, Jesus ! I have nothing but thy word ! Chains and prisons for Christ's hero ; Praise and power for Sin and Wrong ! All the Earth against thy children — Son of God, how long 1 how long 1 Break the bondage ! Break the bondage ! Let the world knov^ thou art strong ! Acts xxiii. 1-10 RELKtIOlS. 301 HALF PERSUADED. Half persuaded to believe him ; Half in love with heavenly truth ; — Half persuaded to receive hhn- Friend of age, and Guide of youth I believe JtiDi I receive him .' Wait not for another day ! You he calls from Earth to Heaven Hearken, Sinner ; come a^cay .' m One there was, almost persuaded, Yet he gained no heavenly crown. Wavering will, emotion faded. Never brought a blessing down. Clio. : Well-persuaded, help obtaining — See the Christian tirmly stand ! Joyfully the tiuth maintaining — Waiting for the Heavenly Land I Acts xx.vi. 2H 205i W. W. SMITH S J'OEMJS. A SCOTCH PARAPHRASE. My heart it is weary and waitin', I'm ready, ^a' ready to gae ; Like the birdio that hears i' the dawin', The voice o' the South, " Come away I "' I hae foughen the fecht o' the Righteous, I hae run i' the race o' the Just ; And aye to the end o' the battle I hae keepit my tryst and my trust ! Henceforth a' the mirk is ahint me — Before me it's glory I see ; And the crown o' the humble and holy The Lord has been keepin' for me. O dochter and son ! are ye faithf u' 1 Are ye rinnin' the race that I ran 1 Are ye keepin' your ee on the Saviour, The friend and the fellow o' man ? For high in his holiness waitin'. The Lord has a crown for to gie To ilka puir sair-fittit rinner That comes a' forfoughten like me. And wha has an ee for his comin', Lookin' up frae the strife and the stoure, Shall himsel' see the King in his beauty, When the din o' the battle is ower ! 2 Tim. iv. 6-8. RELIGIOUS. 203 I HEAR THE WORD. I hear the word, the welcome word, That tells me of a loving Lord ; And points the path the Sinner flies To claim his perfect Sacrifice ! But hearing only, could not save, Until my heart to God I gave ! — The Father calls the wanderers home, But only they are saved who come I To do thy will let it be mine, — An aim how blessed and divine I Not only be a hearer still, But doer of thy perfect will ! Not one who catches in a glass, Dim, fleeting figures, as they pass, — But gazing, till my soul shall be Changed to his image, whom I see ! ire, 6-8. For all that's good, and all that's true — The heart to feel, the heart to do — Are from the Father's hand above. The Great unchanging Light of Love ! Then let me, with all njeekness, learn To good incline, from ill to turn ; — Remembering, if like Christ I be, Christ will not turn away from me ! James i. 1-16, 17. 204 W. SMITH S l'()EM>. THE WALLS OF HEAVEN ARE HIGH. The walls of Heaven are high, Its towers are liriglit and fair, Yet o'er that mount my thoughts can tty, To meet my Saviour there ! The gates of Heaven are strong, No foe can thither come ; Yet wide they open to tlie throng Of pilgrims marching home I The air of Heaven is balm, And fadeless are its flowers ; — I reach toward that perfect calm. And breathe amidst its bowers I The King of Heaven is high — Lord over land and sea ; And yet I walk beneath his eye, And know he thinks of me I The light of Heaven is God ; A sun and shield for aye ; And beams of glory light the road That lights me on to Day I The day of Heaven draws near. The day of Earth wears past ; O Thou who hast received me here, Receive me there at last ! ][H. I . ' 1 ■pi^B^il^^KnHamnH "Sinj? UB one of the songs of Zion." Pa. 137. ilii pealme* I have, at occasional momenta, during a long course of year^ employed myself on the Psalms. I find, by looking over in) papers, that only fifteen noM* remain, to complete the whole. I give here a selection of the shortest and best-rendered ones. — w. w. s. THE (iODLY. PSALxM I. HAPPY he, who day by day Avoids the wicked race ; — Is never found in sinners' way, Nor in the scorner's place ! But in the statutes of the Lord Finds ever fresh delight ; And in the counsels of his word Delights him day and night. Like a fair tree that strikes its root ■ Beside the river's wave, — ■ God's grace shall perfect all his fruit, - His leaf unfading save. ill< 208 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. How far diverse, in life and death, The haters of the Lord ! They fly as chaff before his breath, When judgment whets the sword ! For wants and ways of all his own Will he in love provide : But sinners' ways are overthrown, And wrath pursues their pride ! THE COxMlNO OF THE KING. PSALM II. Let heathen rage, and kings combine- But Jesus reigneth still ; '* O let us break his bands," they say, " And cast his cords from us away !'" Yet shall he reign to endless day ; — His throne is Zion's hill. The King has come to Zion's throne ; The Lord's Anointed reigns alone ! Our God declares the firm decree, — " My Son this day, art Thou ! ask, and I shall give to thee The utmost land by every sea ; msmmmm PSALMS. 20J» And glory of the earth shall be A crown upon the brow ! The King has come to Zion's throne ; The Lord's Anointed reigns alone ! Thou, Christ, shall rule with rod of power Thy might, with awe we see ; — We kiss the hand that saves from woe. And follow where thy footsteps go ; — O blessed are the saints below. Who put their trust in thee ! The King has come to Zion's throne ; The Lord's Anointed reigns alone ! THE FAITHFUL FRIEND. PSALM XII. Help, Lord I the godly cease, And faith itself decays ; Each to his neighbor whispering peace, With double, flattering ways. The Lord shall cast away All those that speak in pride ; " We are our own ! " they falsely say, " And who is lord beside ? " 210 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. In thee the poor, oppressed, And needy, full of sighs, Shall safety find, O Lord, and rest From those that round them rise. Thy words shall ever last, Holy, and pure and tried ; As silver in the furnace cast, And seven times purified. Thou shalt thy people hide. In this most evil hour ; For wicked walk on every side When evil men have power 1 THE CREATOR'S POWER. PSALM XXIX. Give to the Lord alone, Angel and mighty one — Give to Jehovah all glory and might ! Render him majesty. Worship and praise in thee — Beauty of Holiness ! Courts of Delight ! I'SALM.S. 211 God's mighty voice is known Waters and floods upon ; — Thunders Jehovah in glory abroad ; — On the great floods he rides, Strength in his words abides, — Greatness and majesty wait upon God ! Breaketh the voice of God Trees from their high abode, — Cedars of strength, even Lebanon, thine ! Bending thy forests down, Lebanon ! Sirion ! Leaping and skipping like calves of the kine. Lightnings and flaming flre. Glancing and cleft expire. At the dread voice of God sounding below ; — Trembles the wilderness. Quaking in sore distress — Kadesh is shaken, and reels to and fro. Beasts of the wilderness Terror and pain oppress ; Bared are the forests that stood in their pride While in his presence bow Angels and men below, Singing his glory in wjiom they abide. Floods are his royal seat, Earth is beneath his feet, — 212 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. Throned o'er the universe sits he forever : All who may seek his face, Strength shall receive, and grace ; God wiil his people still blesss and deliver ! CONFESSION AND PARDON. It PSALM XXXII. Blessed he, for evermore, Whose transgression is removed ! He whose sin is covered o'er By the Saviour he hath loved ! Joy that yieldeth heavenly fruits Dwells with hira to whom the Lord No iniquity imputes — Guileless resting on his word. Silence o'er my sin I kept, While my bones and frame decayed All the day I mourned and wept, Vainly seeking human aid. Day and night thy- chastening hand Heavy on my spirit lay, — Till my soul was like a land Parched beneath the Summer's ray. PSALMS. 2i:{ To the Lord, in my distress, I acknowledged all my sin ; My transgressions to confess Did my troubled heart begin. Thou forgavest, in thy grace. All the guilt of every sin ! When I humbly sought thy face, Thou didst let the wanderer in ! Thus shall all the godly race Ever in thy love abound — Supplicate thy throne of grace, — Seek thee where thou may'st be found 1 Surely in the whelming flood. Threatening dire destruction round, Tliey who calmly rest on God Have a blest deliverance found ! Thou my hiding-place shalt be ; And from trouble safely guide ; ' All my songs shall be of thee — Hedged with joy on every side. liO, saith God, I will thee teach In the way thy feet should try ; Whersoe'er thy joufneys reach, I will guide thee with mine eye ! Be not as the unreasoning horse, Or the mule within the field, — Brought within thy reach by force, — Lord, instruct us how to yield ! 214 W. W. SMITH S I'OEM.S. Sorrows to the wicked come, — Mercy round the child of grace ; — 8ing, ye righteous ! travelling home J Shout for joy, ye upright race ! FOLLOWING HARD. P8ALM XUI. As pants the hart for water brooks, Pursued afar, and sorely pressed, — So pants my soul, and "pward looks To thee for rest ! For thee I thirst, O God, alone ; For thee, the living God, for thee ! When shall I come before thy throne, My God to see ? My tears have been ray meat by day ; My sighs the night-wind bears abroad ; As came my mocking foes to say " Where is thy God V This I remember, and lament. And pour my soul in sighs to thee ; — For once I with thy people went. Thy Courts to see : — PSALMS. 215 With solemn joy they onward swept, The Lord in his own house to praise ; And with the multitude I kept God's holy-days. Then why art thou cast down, my soul 1 Dejected, and to grief a prey ; — Hope thou in God ! his smile shall roll Thy gloom away ! 3, ks BB ! one, lay. ibroad Cast down, my God, and sorely tried. My soul to thee turns yearning still : From Jordan's land, and Hermon's side, And Mizar's hill. Afar, deep calleth unto deep. Thy wacerspouts I hear with dread : Thy waters close, thy billows leap, . Above my head ! The Lord to me will yet display His love, and calm my spirit's strife : My song by night, my prayer by day — God of my life ! nee ; — I'll say unto the Lord, my Rock, " Why hast thou me forgotten so V For foes oppress, and haters mock, And 1 have woe ! N 'it.'- T'f-^ 11^ «} 21(i W. W. SMITH « POEM8. 4l My foes' reproach, within each boiie, Is daily like a piercing sword ; They say, " Where is thy Refuge flown ? And where's thy Lord ?" But why, my soul, art thou cast down 1 Disquieted in sore amaze 1 Trust him who is my health, my crown, My God ! my Praise ! THK CITY OF THE GREAT KIN(i. PSALM XLVIII. Jehovah is great ! be his praises the same In the hearts of the people he calls by his name ; — The city wherein is his earthly abode — The mount of his holiness — chosen of God. How beautiful Zion, the joy of the Earth ! How lovely her place, on the sides of the North I The city where reigneth the Great King of kings, In her palaces known by the blessings he brings ! Lo, kings were assembled in battle array, — They saw it, they marvelled, and hasted away ! For fear fell upon them, with trembling and dread, - They came in their might, but all fainting they fled ■TJP^Wffi^WWW^ dread,- they fled P8ALMS. 217 The ships of the Islands lie broken abroad : As we heard, we have seen in the City of God, fTow God will in Zion his glory display, Kstablish her peace, and protect her for aye. We have thought of thy goodness, and paid thee our vows, O God, our own God ! in the midst of thine house ; As great as thy name shall thy praise ever be, And thy right hand with righteousness laden we see. O Zion rejoice ! in thy God ever V>lest ! Ye daughters of Judah, how sweet may ye rest ! And in gladness of spirit exult in your God, Because of his judgments and glory abroad. Go walk about Zion, and tell ye her towers ; — How strong are her bulwarks ! how peaceful hei* bowers ! Her palaces mark, where in safety we dwell — That ye to your children the story may tell I lorth ' Ikings, rings : For this mighty God is our God and our Friend, For ever and ever, and world without end ; — He'll never forsake us, our journey beneath. But guide us and comfort us, even to death. 218 W. W. SMITH S fOEMH. 'MY HEART IS FIXED.' PSALM LVIl. Be merciful to me, O God ! Be merciful to me ! No more a wanderer far abroad My spirit flies to thee ! Beneath the shadow of thy wings, My soul in peace and safety sings, Till past are these distressings things ;— Be merciful to me ! God, I cry to thee, most high ! To God, and shall prevail ; Who doth perform for me, when I In mine own strength should fail. He sends from Heaven in danger's hour, And saves from foes who would devour ; And shall his truth and mercy pour ; — O God, I cry to thee ! My soul is sore distressed, among The lions of the earth ; — 1 make my bed where guilt and wrong Like fire is breaking forth : E'en sons of men whose gnashing teeth Are spears and arrows set for death ; A sword their tongue, and fire their breath ; My soul is sore distressed ! PSALMS. 21» 1 Be thou exalted high, () God, Above the Heavens of light ! And let thy glory shine abroad O'er Earth's aublimest height ! A net they for my steps prepared — And while my soul of help despaired, Tn pits they digged themselves are snared : Be thou exalted high ! My heart is fixed ! O God, my heart Is set upon thy praise ! With voice of psalm, and tuneful art, I'll bless thee all my days ! Awake, my heart ! awake, my tongue ! Awake, my psaltery and my song ! With harp I'll join the early throng — My heart is fixed, O God ! I'll pra"se thee, O my God, among All people of the earth ; And show thy praise with joyful tongue To every nation forth ! For high as Heaven thy mercies are, — Thy truth, not height of clouds declare, — O'er heaven and earth exalted far ! I'll praise thee, O my God I lb ■ •» '^ 220 W. W. SMITH M ('OEMS. THE SHELTERING ROCK. PSALM LXI. liear me, Jehovah ! attend to my prayer : From ends of the earth unto thee will I cry ;— When my heart is o'erburdened with sorrow and care, O lead to the Rock that is higher than I ! My shade and my shelter thou ever hast been ! My tower of defence that security brings ; — Let me dwell in the Courts where thy glory is seen, And trust evermore in the shade of thy wings ! God, thou hast heard and accepted my vow, And giv'st me a portion with those that are thine Thou wilt lengthen the life of thy servant below, And establish his throne in Emmanuel's line. He ever doth sit before God as a king, And thy mercy and truth shall surround hint for aye; For this unto thee endless praise will I sing, And daily chy vows to thy name will I pay ! PMA LMS. 221 CHRIST'S DOMINION. PSALM LXXII. Give the king thy judgments, Lord I Give thy grace unto the Son ! He shall righteously award Judgment for the poor, thine own. Mountains now his peace shall speak. And the hills his judgments show ; — He shall judge the poor and meek — Lay the proud oppressors low. Far from sea to sea extends His dominion, breaking forth ; From the river to the ends Of the renovated earth. Desert tribes shall now draw near, Bending low before his throne ; — All his enemies in fear Low in dust his power shall own. Com, a handful in the earth, On the barren mountains sown, Now shall bring a harvest forth — Soon shall shake like Lebanon ! They that of Mount Zion are. City of the living God — O'er the earth shall bloom afar, — Bear his glory far abroad. Ever shall his name endure, Far and wide his glory run ; Still continued, firm and sure, — Changeless, lasting, as the sun. And in him shall blessed be Men of every tribe and tongue,— Nations all, his glory see — Call him blessed in their song. THK COURTS OF THE LORD. PSALM LXXXIV. Lord of Hosts, how loved and fair All thy tabernacles are ! Longs my soul to nestle there. Fainting for thy Courts afar. Heart and flesh cry out for thee - For thy glory and thy grace ; — O the living God to see In his blessed dwelling-place ! 'iM E'en the sparrow broods among Hallowed scenes of peace and prayer ; And the swallow with her young Near thine altars may repair. f f PSALM.S. 223 Tx)rd of Hosts, my God and King ! Happy they who dwell with thee ! In thy house with joy to sing Piaise to thee continually. Lord of Hosts, and Jacob's God ! Hear our prayer as thus we bow ! Look, O God our shield, abroad, See thine own Anointed now ! Better than a thousand more. One day spent thy Courts within ; I had rather keep thy door, Than to dwell in tents of sin ! Sun and shield our God shall be,— Grace and glory will he give ; No good thing withhold will he From the men who upright live. O Jehovah ! God of Hosts ! Blessed ever shall he be, Who, despising other boasts, Trusts his soul, his all, on thpe ! ■i ■ '. ■■ 224 W. M . SMITH S POEMS. THE CITY OF OUR GOD. i PSALM LXXXVII In the mountains his foundation Firm and sure shall e'er abide ; God the gates of our salvation Loveth more than all beside Glorious things are spoken ever, O thou city of our God, — Of thy gifts, and of their Giver, Of thy Saints, and their abode ! God shall speak of Egypt, Babel, As of those that know his name ; Gentile nations all enable To behold him through the Lamb. Sons from far shall sound his praises, And of Zion shall be told How her God each bulwark raises, — Who was born within her fold. God himself shall write in glory, Where the names of Saints appear, To the praise of Zion's story, " These were born and nurtured there ! Harps and songs of exultation Shall thy children's welcome be ; City of the Saints' salvation, All my springs are found in thee ! PSALMS. 225 sre ! '■ OUR ALMIGHTY FRIEND. PSALM XCV. Come, and let us sing to God, — Joyful noises sweetly blending ; Our salvation's Rock abroad Sound in praises never ending ! Come we then before his face, Come with love, and come with grace With thanksgiving sweetly blending Psalms and praises never ending. For the Lord is God on high. King above all gods forever ; In his hands Earth's caverns lie. Towering hills are in his quiver. His the sea, and his the land. Formed beneath his mighty hand, — Isle and shore, and mount and river — {Cing above all gods forever ! Come, and let us worship now. Bending down before him lowly ; Humbly seek with prayer and vo.^, God our Maker, blest and holy. He our God, to bless and keep, — He our Shepherd, we his sheep — On his hand all waiting lowly ; He forever blest and holy ! ■^ ■ ;'M ■ ,. ■ ' ■■'■ r, ■: W. W. SMITH « l*e ? The lash made long its furrowed track — Ah Lord ! and it was borne for me ! Our God is righteous, and in wra*' Hath cut asunder every cord Of sin ; and turned them in their path, Who hate the Zion of the Lord. Like withering grass on housetop found, So shall the wicked fade away ;^ Nor blessings from the Lord a)>ound, For which his children wait and pray. PSALMS. 2.'i5 OUT OF THE DEPTHS. PSALM CXXX. Out of the depths, weary and sad, Out of the depths I cry to thee ! Lord, hear my voice, and make me jfhul, And let thine ear attentive be ! Lord, if thou stood'st, sin to reprove. Who should escape ? and who should stand J But there's forgiveness in tliy love, That we may fear, and ])less thy hand. Wait for the Lord ! Soul, do thou wait ! Only on his sweet word I stay : Yea, like the watch that keep the gate, And hail the dawning of the day. Israel's hope ever shall rest Only in God, who mercy shows ; — With full redemption ever bless'd From all our sins, and all our woes ! 236 W. W. SMITH H POEMS. HUMILITY. PSALM CXXXI. My heart is not haughty, my heart is with thee ; Mine eyes are not lofty, no sin would I see ; — In tilings that are mighty, and things that are high, I keep myself humble, as lowly I lie. And walking thus meekly and humbly a child, As babe of its mother bereft and beguiled. My hope, with all Israel, still is the Lord ; And ever and ever we'll trust in his word ! LOVE OF BRETHREN. PSALM CXXXIIL How good, and how happy, and pleasant it is. For brethren to dwell united together ! Like ointment all precious, the blessing is his, Who dwells in the fragrance that Peace brings witli her! Like ointment all holy, that fragrantly fell The Priest and his raiment to bless and to liallow. Like the dew, with a blessing, all silent and still, On H« rmon descending, o'er fields parched and yellow : Thus love iimong luetlireii : 'tis pure as the dew The mountains of Zion in beauty restoring — All lovelv and hlest for Jehovah to view ; For ever and ever his hlessin*; outpouring. BLESSING. PSALM CXXXIV. Ye stars, that through the silent night Your torches lift for God — Who stand, obedient in his sight, And wait upon his nod ; — And all your hands, ye earthly throng. Lift up with glad acclaim, A.nd bless the Lord, his Courts among. For holy is his name ' The Lord that made the heaven and earth, The Lord that made the skies — The God that shines in Zion forth, And bids our hope arise — Yea, he who saves us from all ill. His blessing send thee now, And halm that breathes from Zion's hill Descend upon thy brow ! :* I* i 238 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. THE EXILES' LAMENT. PSALM CXXXVII. By the rivers of Babylon sadly we wept, As we thought of returning to Zion no more ; And the harps of our gladness all silently slept On the houghs of the willows that w on the shore ! For heartless they came, wlio had borne us afar, And their mandate wa.s, " Miith, and melodious lays !" And they who had spoiled us with ravage and war, Cried, " Sing us a song in Jerusalem's praise !" But how shall we sing in the aliens' lana, The songs that Jehovah once hearkened to liearl O Zion, let perish my ready right hand, If fades from juy bosom thine iuiage so dear ! Thou home of my heart, if I cherish not thee. Let ray tongue sink in silence, my gladness be o'er. If liigh o'er all treasures, possessed oi' to Im;, I place uot Jerusalem, blest evermore ! On Edom and Fiabylon terrors shall fall. Who mocked when Jerusalem's woes followed fast ; For e\er the same that they measured withal, Hliall be the return the Lord gives them at last ! PSALMS. 2:w THE EVER-PRESENT GOD. PSALM CXXXIX. O Lord, thou hast searched me and known nie, My coming and going are thine ! Thou knowest each thought and endeavour ; My guide and my guard is divine ! No word I can say or imagine But thou understandest it well ; Thy hand is upon me to guide me — Such wisdom I fail to forthtell ( O where could I go from thy Spirit 1 Or where could \ flee from thy sight '? If I rise up to Heaven, 'tis thy presence ! And the darkness of death is all light ! If wafted on wings of the morning Away to the uttermost sea, — Even there shall my Saviour sustain me ; His hand and his heart are with me ! Tf I cling to the cover of darkness, The night shall betray me in light ; — Alike to thine infinite knowledge : No sin can be hidden in night. 240 W. W. SMITH .S POEMS. How precious, O God, is each promise, How loving each thought unto nie ! In life r shall live in thy favor ; And awaking, shall still be with thee ! O search me, my Father ! and know iwe ; — My thoughts and my heart are with thee ! Take away every wicked emotion, And load me thy glory to see I UNIVERSAL PRAISE. PSALM CXLVIII. Praise the Lord ; from Heaven praise him ! Praise him in the highest height ! Praise him all ye Angels, praise him ! Sun and moon, and stars of light ! Praise him all yo ^eaven of heavens ; — Watery worlds above our gaze — Praise the Lord, who hath commanded And creates you for his praise. He the floods hath set forever — Bound them by Divine decree : — Praise the Lord, the glorious Giver ! Earth, and creatures of the sea. ■MHIPPII wmmmm Fire, and hail, and snow and \-apor,~ Stormy wind that works his will,— Fruitful tree and towering cedar Mountain rude, and rolling hill ! Praise him, l)easts that wildly wander- Gentle herds in human care — Creeping things, a countless number- Flying fowl that fill the air ! Praise him, kings and princes praise him ! All ye people, join in one ;— Ijet the rulers bow before him. Youth and maiden, sire and son ! Let them sing his praise forever,— For his name alone is great ; High above the Earth and Heaven Is his glory and his state ! Power he giveth to his people- Praise he doth his saints affb?-d ; E'en to Israel, ever near him Praise, all people, praise the Lord ! mr 242 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. ECSTATIC PRAISE. 4 PSALM CVIII. O God, my heart is fixed ; Thy praise my tongue shall keep ! Wake, harp and psaltry again ! And I myself to join the strain Will early wake from sleep. I'll praise thee, O my God ; Among all people praise ! For high as Heaven thy mercies rise ; And far above these lower skies Thy truth its light displays. Be thou exalted, Lord, Above the heavens we see ; — O'er all the earth thy glory beam. Thy well-beloved to redeem — O save and answer me ! From trouble give release ! For human help is vain ; — Through God shall we do valiantly. For he our helper still shall be, And tread our foes amain. " Sin^ ine a bairn's hymn." —Dr. GuTHKiE, on his death-bed . A- It • (Thtlbrcn'e pieces THE PRINCE AND THE BEGGAR '^A^ POOR mail sat outside the gate Of the Beautiful City (Heaven its name I) And he wished, he wished he could enter in ; But well he knew he was covered with sin, — And there he sat, waiting the same. But the Prince in royal robes went by. And he looked on the man all covered with sin ; — " Would you like to come in ? Would you like to dwell In the Beautiful City, so holy and fair ?" [there ? " Oh, Prince I 1 can never come in !" " Nay, nay, my poor friend, there's love for thee !" ('Twas Jesus who spoke, and he knew his voice ;) "Come dwell in my palace, and be my friend ; And service and love, without measure or end. Shall make thy pooi- heart rejoice !" So the Prince and the Beggar went arm in arm, And the gates wide opened to gixe them way ; — And r thought, " Since Jesus came here to save. And for my great sins his dear life gave — I'll go with him now to-day !" -% 246 W, W. HMITH H POEMS. WHEN OUR SHIP COMES IN. : r ti 1 know a little maiden, That li\ es within the wood ; As cheerful as a little bird, As hapi)y and as good. — There's many a thing that she might have She ne'er can hope to win ; 81 le laughs, and says she'll have it, " When her ship comes in !"' Whan our ship comes In ! When onr ship comes in ! What gold we nil shall gather Wlien oar ship comes in ! And servants to obey her, She makes my dog and cat ; And gathers up her pinafore, And asks, " What silk is that f And as she sups her bread and milk Says, holding up her tin, She'll have a golden platter When her ship comes in ! Clio : Ah, happy little maiden ! To us with message sent, ,r" RRN 8 riECKS. 247 To let vain wishes go, and keep The measureless content ! Whate'er our Father gives, shall meet With gratitude within ; And for the rest — we'll have it When our ship comes in ! Cho : GATHER THE FLOWERS. Gather the flower that hidden lies Deep in the dew like a truant gem ; Gather the buds that stately rise — Two of a color, and three on a stem : "Yes," said my child, "I'll gather them well ; For which is the sweetest I cannot tell !" ( Jather the flowers that speak of hope. Scenting the breath of the morning hour ; Gather the buds that only ope When night comes apace, and tempests lower ! "Yes," said my sweet one, "for both are bright ; One's for the morning, the other for night." " And is it not strange," she gently said, As she laid down beside me the spoils that were ours, " That since 1 lovrd Jesus, so oft I've been led To thank him for Summer, and sunshine and flowers ! It seems as if now I'm but learning to look On the woods and the fields as a leaf of God's'book !" "V ^^I k 248 W. W. SMITH H I'OEMS. WONDROUS STAR A star is in the western sky ; — How lovely is its light I And with its glory-beaming «;ye It sets not all the night ! I must away, I cannot stay, It leads nie from afar ! I follow thee by night and day, O bright and wondrous Star I I found the blessed Lord had come. To save a world of woe ; A babe within a humble home. Yet King of all below. With love untold I gave him gold, And gifts I brought from far, — As o'er my soul thy glory rolled. Salvation's risen star ! Nor from the East or West alone. Shall hearts be led to thee ; But they shall come, thy name to Own, From every land and sea. O brightly rise, and let our eyes Behold thee from afar — The Truth that makes the nations wise, The Bright and Morning S^ar ! vlatt. ii. 2 iS?'' CHILDREN H PIECRN. 249 THE TEN COMMANDMENTS. One God, one only ; our Father good and kind ; — [inageH to worship, will lead away the mind. Ood's name ao holy () do thou still revere, And a blessing Hud in the Habbath dear ! \ Love father, mother, so watchful, true and kind ; Let not hate nor murder once enter to thy mind ; — Blest loving Father, O still thy Spirit give, That our sinful souls may look up and live ! No vileness tempt thee, in thought, or word or deed ; Honest be, and truthful ; nor covet in thy neerl. Love ever truly, with all thy heart and mind, God, the blessed God, who is ever kind ! —Ex. XX. 1-21. THE VISITOR. ii. 2 Bonnie, bonnie bairnie, whither didst thou come ? From the Land ayont the Sky, to find another home ! Bonnie, bonnie bairnie, what wert thou doing there ? Lying 'mang the lily -bells, and growing guid and fair I 250 W. W. HMITH S POBMS. Bonnie, bonnie bairnie, how ditlst thou think of this ? God saw the bairn-love in thy heart, and told nie with a kisd ! Bonnie, bonnie bairnie, and wilt thou bide for aye ' I'll bide until the blythe bidding, that gars me hie away '. Bonnie, bonnie bairnie, and shall I now tind rest ? Thy rest is where 1 gat this smile- upon the Fathers breast ! "; .•*r SEEING NOT, YET LOVING. " Now what did Jesus look like ?"' Said my sweet child to me ; *' I like to picture to myself The friends T cannot see : But I have looked my Bible through, And tind not in it all, If his kind eyes Mere black or lilue, Or he in person tall. " I kiiow his voice was kinu<3st, For Mary loved its tone ; I know his smile was sweetest, For it hushed ea<^h weary moan : — y t CHILDREN S PIBCE^4. 251 But oft I wish I had Weoii thore, Myself to hear and see How Jesus looked iu Bethany, Or talked in Galilee !" " No likeness now remains to us, My little one," said I, " Of this, our dearest Friend on earth. Our dearest Friend on high ! 'Twill hlend our glcry with surprise, When we to Heaven are brought, That he should he ten thousand times Beyond our highest thought ! I; " EVEN A CUP OF COLD WATER." " God he praised for sweet cold water ! " Cries the pilgrim, as he sips From the cup my little daughter Held up to his trembling lips ; — Tiptoe-standing, while he sate Close beside our wicket gate. And she loves to drink that water, (Sweeter, since the pilgrim's need I) And last Sabbath day I taught her That the Saviour loved the deed : " Heaven-rewarded shall it be — For, done to those, 'tis done to me I " V \ 252 W. W. SMITH S POEMS. IMPERFECT. I come to the well, but its water Never quenches the thirsting within ; I bathe in the sunlight of morning, When the hymns of creation begin — But still there is something of sorrow, Because there is something of sin ! There is rapture, and gladness and gloiy, Around me in nature I see And my heart whispers sadly the story That the darkness and doubt is in me ; That God and his works are all holy, And the sadness and sin is in me ! But I know that above there are blossoms, As fair as were Eden's at first ; And the tree with the sweet leaves of healing, And waters for quenching of thirst ; — And grief is forgot in the glory, And murmuring never rehearsed ! / THE UNTIE. 'Twas in a peaceful English vale, Where the distant sea was gloaming — Where the cuckoo sings and the daisy springs, And the sun through the sky is dreaming. And a wee Hcotch lass, blue-eyed, in teal's, Beheld a skylark winging ; And his glad heart grew to her mystic view A spirit, gaily siiiging. For she thought his home, like hers, was far 'Mid the breckan and the heather ; In the rugged North, by the links of Forth, In that sweet April weather. When, *' Hey, my lass !" quoth an English man, " I've .songsters for a treasure ; And as Scotch you are, in eyes and hair, Hei'e's a 8cotch bird for your pleasure !" She saw the Scottish Untie there, His heart in exile pining ; And like twin stars, through the prison bars, Hifi sad dark eyes were shining. N mm^ 264 W. W, SMITH S POEMS. She had a sixpence ; 'twas her own, And it was all her treasure ; Though sad and lone her heart had grown, She'd give the Untie pleasure ! -if She paid the price, she oped the door — On cottage thatch he lighted ; He caught the sound of Joy around, And poured his song, delighted. Then stretched his wing for Northern skies, A liberated linnet ! And the lassie dear dried up each tear, For consolation in it ! And she found her exiled heart grew calm. And peace fell like a shsidow. When her heart was stirred to bless a hitd. In that sweet English meadow ! ^j. . \ -g»^ O MY SAVIOUR. Tune: " When He Cometh." O my Saviour, tender hearted, cast o'er ine thy mantle ! Let thy mercy, tender mercy, abide in my hreast. For thy voice is still pleading, in love interceding. Saying, Bless thou thy brother as thou would 'st be bless'd ! O my Saviour, let me judge not, lest it should condemn me ! For my soul is sorely stained if its worth should ))e proved ! And thy voice I hear pleading, in love interceding. Saying, Love thou thy brother, as thou would'st be loved ! O my Saviour, I am nothing, yet great things I ask thee! As thou givest I will give, for thy word I believe I And thy voice is still pleading, in love interceding. Saying, Give to thy l>rother as thou would'st receive I I'' / -ir \ BLESSED KINGDOM. Faraway, the Holy Spirit Points a promised Land on high, — Flesli and blood can not inherit, And where sin comes never nigh ! Jihsaed Kingdom ! Blessed Kingdom. ! Ours when Earth and toil are o'er : At the sounding of the trumpet We s/uifl rhfinge, to change no more / Lo, the once victorious tyrant, Death himself shall conquered be ! Sin, the dart that smote the conscience. Has been slain at Calvary ! Cho: In immortal sinless beauty, j^ All the saints of Christ shall rise : O have courage ! Brethren, faint not ! Jesus calls you to the skies ! Cho: CHILDRKN S PIECES. 267 THE TONGTTE. A children's uymv. Lord, restrain a forward tongue, Busy with all else hut thee ; Lead me while my heart is youn^, Grace and holiness to see ! ^r{ Let me speak like those nhove, Let me show thy grace abroad : — On my tongue the law of lore, In my heart the peace of God ! Waters from no fountain broad Sweet and V)itter are conveyed ; So the tongue that blesses (lod Must not curse whom God has made ! Cho: Come thou Wisdom from above — Pure, and peaceable, and kind ! Now descending like a dove. Come and dwell within my mind ! Cho: ^i 258 W. W. SMITH S POKMH. LITTLK WHITE^MEAl). NURSERY RHYMB. Little White-Head rubs his eyes : Little Black- Head thinks he'll rise ; Little Red- Head's out at play — Curly-Head be mine to day I Little White-Head — bread to eat ; Little Black-Heaci — honey sweet ; Little Red-Head drinks no wine — Curly-Head is ever mine ! THE COW THAT RAN TO GODERTCH. NITR.S£RY RHYME. Jt The cow that ran to Goderich To get a lick of salt, Her name was gentle Bossy, And we told her of her fault ! She was so dry when she came home, She drank V)oth night and day, She would have drank Lake Huron, H they had let her stay ! TEN LITTLE FINCJERS. NIRSEKV RHYMK. ) } Ton littK' fingers. Ten little toes ; One little cliubhy nioutli, One round nose I Two little ears, And one little head ; Now, my little hoy, Time for bed I % h Two little rosy cheeks, One little tongue. Tired with prattling All day long ! Two little eyes, Like stars that peep Now, my little boy, Tinje for sieej) ! ^> i 260 W. W. .SMITH H POEMS. DAVID ANJ) JONATHAN. How sw<^etly swelled the tide of love, 'Twixt D.ivid's soul and Jonathan ! A streamlet from the fount above, That gathered glory as it ran. 1 love to trace him as he went — That royal seion, luave and good ; Leaving his father's kingly tent. To meet with David in the wood. And though he knew that David's brow Should bear the crown instead of his, His words were still, " The king be thou ; And I'll be near, where danger is ! ' Thou shalt be King through Israel's coasts. By Cirod appointed and preserved ; And I'll be Captain of thy hosts, And serve thee as thou ne'er wast served ! " V. And so they made a covenant there, li^ As brothers hand in hand they stood ; — Then passed one on to noise and care. And one to silence in the wood. SWEKT TO KNOW. Sweet to know our Heavenly Father Will to us no good ilewy ; He who gave his Son to save us, Shall with him all things siip])ly. Sweet to know he ever loves us ; And poor sinnera when they come, Are conformed to Jesus' image — Marching to their heavenly hotne; ! Sweet to know that nought shall sever From that loving Lord who canu; ! Death and hell and sin forever We have con(|uered through his name ! Sweet to know he waits to welcome Every soul that's sick of sin ; — He who stands hefore the Father Gives a blessed entrance in ! ^ 'k :%.. *?' GLOSSARY OK SCOTCH WORDS USKD N I IIE HOOK. ^iWf My Scotch rcmlci'8 will excuse iny inserting this glossary. They don't need it ; but others do: and there are many people, witli a keen admiration and appreciation of Scottish literature, who are thankful for a little help over the hard places. And it is easy to make mistakes, as when the Ameri- can took "gullie," in Dr. Hornbook., to mean a ravine, anig<»nist over a precijnece I 1 give the meaning of the words as they are found in the book : but there are often many other meanings to the words. A. J', all (prou. aw.) At, tunu one. A boon, above. Aihyn, Scotlan«l. Ain, own. Aib/inx, perhaps. A uld-fn/rrant., old-fasliioued. Arena, are not. Ayont, beyond. B. liairn, child. /ielyre, by and bye. lieek; bask. /ient, short natural grass. Biij, build. Jiii/ijU, built. nirk, birktn, l)irch. liirr, resounding vigor. liielil, shelter. lilataiesM, bashfulness. Blink, glance. B/ae, blue, pale. Bfythe, gay, cheerful. Hoo'il, bowed. lionnie, beautifid. Brod. puncture. Braw, gaudy. Hratths, runs noisily. Braird, tender sprout. liravkx, wooden bridle. Brae.s, banks or hills. Hum, a streamlet. Brechinn, ferns. Bunk, dress, adorn. (iLOSSAKY. 2M o. C(i\ call (pron. caw.) Cuirn, a pyrainitl of stones. Canni( , gentle. Ccu/(/er, beggar, "tramp." Cidlunt, boy. Carritch, catechism. Caller, fresh. Caudron, caldron. Cauth'on-cloiUer, tinker. Coi'ii, grain in general. Cottar, cottager. Cora Linn, a waterfall on the Clyde. Coy, a small vessel. Couphi', upsetting. Chappif, knocked. Chanter, part of the bagpipes. C fee hit, hatched. Clai'.han, (guttural,) hamlet. Crap, crop. Creel, hamper, large basket. Croiixe, glad, uplifted. Craw, crow. Crowlin\ crawling. Caddie, donkey. D. Dee, die. J)aivin\ dawning. Dajin\ laughing and jesting. Dinnle, jar, slight shock. Dintf, knock. Dotice, sedate, respectable. Don's, doves. Duds, tatters. Dyke, stone fence. E. Ee, eye. Eeen, eyes. Eitd, old age. EUhin, awl. , Eneuch, (guttural) enough. F. Fa', fall, lot, doom. Fain, anxiously uneasy. Fanldimj, folding. Faun, fallen. Fants, faults. Fell, dire, an open upland. Fecht, (guttural) Hglit. Fornt nt, opposite. Forj'onif/iten, wearied out. Fortfathtr, to meet with. ForhKir", ancestors. Forrit, forwanl. For pit, the fourth part of a peck . Fa, full (pron. foo.) f»V« , go. (t'atil, went. Gamj, go. Qauti, going. Gar, compel. Giy iiwel, pretty well. Gear, treasure. (f:a; thatch. Thfqith^r, together. Thainns, harp strings. Thonmh, thunil>. Thole, endure. Toti'n, farm-steading. Tooin, empty. Tii'liieil, deprived. Tri/-, fullers. iVnntiit', lacking. IVuHii', stomach, abdoiiien. Wiipiiixchan', a gatht-ring of all the fighting men of a dis trict. Weixh, tasteless, insipid. in', with (pron. we ) Wlis, wiiAH, wish. Whilk, whicli. If ///«