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Page 40 - But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! Or, like the snowfall in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or, like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place Or, like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.
Page 25 - form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And ' Let us worship God !' he says, with solemn air.
Page 13 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us ; He knows each chord—its various tone, Each spring—its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 13 - Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it; And just as lamely can ye mark How far perhaps they me it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us ; He knows each chord—its various tone, Each
Page 11 - his patron, the Earl of Glencairn :— " The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The Monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been : The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a
Page 137 - A flash of the lightning—a break of the wave— He passes from life to his rest in the grave. " The leaves of the oak and the willows shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid ; And the young, and the old, and the low, and the high, Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
Page 137 - shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid ; And the young, and the old, and the low, and the high, Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie. " A child that a mother attended and loved, The mother that infant's affection that proved ; The husband that mother and infant that
Page 13 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it; And just as lamely can ye mark How far perhaps they
Page 39 - Bank, To purchase peace and rest: It's no* in makin' muckle mair ; It's no' in books ; it's no' in lear, To mak' us truly blest: If happiness ha'e not her seat, And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great,