THE wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw,

Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw;

WINTER.

While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,

And roars frae bank to brae;

And bird and beast in covert rest,

And pass the heartless day.

"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"

The joyless winter-day,

Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:

The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,

My griefs it seems to join;

The leafless trees my fancy please,

Their fate resembles mine.

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme.

These woes of mine fulfil,

Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,

Because they are Thy Will!

Then all I want, (O, do thou grant

This one request of mine!)

Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,

Assist me to resign!

I REMEMBER.

I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birth-day,—
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,

The fir-trees dark and high,—
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from heav'n
Than when I was a boy.

MY LORD, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain ! Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear

Your humble slave complain,