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I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay,
And I'll come back and comfort thee."
“ Comfort weel your seven sons,
For comforted I will never be.
Was in the bower last night wi' me."
The clinking bell gaed through the town,
And carried the dead corpse to the clay. Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window,
I wot, an hour before the day. “ Are ye sleeping, Margaret ?” he says,
" Or are ye waking presentlie? Give me my faith and troth again,
I wot, true love, I gied to thee.” “ Your faith and troth ye sall never get,
Nor our true love sall never twin, Until ye come within my bower,
And kiss me cheek and chin."
My mouth it is full cold, Margaret,
It has the smell, now, of the ground ; And if I kiss thy comely mouth
Thy days will soon be at an end.
O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight,
I wot the wild fowls are boding day ; Give me my faith and troth again,
And let me fare me on my way.”
Thy faith and troth thou sall na get,
And our true love sall never twin, Until tell what comes o'
women, Wot ye, who die in strong traivelling?"
“ Their beds are made in the heavens high,
Down at the foot of our good Lord's knee, Weel set about wi' gillyflowers ;
I wot, sweet company for to see.
“ O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight,
I wot the wild fowls are boding day; The psalms of heaven will soon be sung,
And I, ere now, will be miss'd away.”
Then she has taken a chrisom wand,
And she has stroken her troth thereon ; She has given it to him at the shot-window,
Wi' mony a sad sigh and heavy groan.
“ I thank ye, Marg'ret ; I thank ye, Marg’ret;
Ever I thank ye heartilie;
I'd keep my faith and troth with thee.”
She climb'd the wall and follow'd him, Until she came to the green forest,
And there she lost the sight o' him. “ Is there ony room at your head, Saunders ? Is there ony room at your
feet ? Is there ony room at your side, Saunders ?
Where fain, fain, I wad sleep."
“ There's nae room at my head, Marg’ret,
There's nae room at my feet; My bed it is fu' lowly now,
Amang the hungry worms I sleep. “ Cauld mould it is my covering now,
But and my winding-sheet;
The dew it falls nae sooner down
my resting-place is weet."
and crew the red red cock, And up and crew the
gray : “ 'Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Marg'ret,
That you were going away.
“ And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg’ret,
And Marg'ret, o veritie, Gin e'er ye love another man,
Ne'er love him as ye did me.”
INVOCATION OF SILENCE.
TILL-BORN Silence ! thou that art
STFloodbate Of Sile de
Offspring of a heavenly kind,
HERE Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall : But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,
Of an inward agony,
At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone:
About the moss'd headstone :
And looketh down alone.
the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
The fledgling throstle lispeth,
The babbling runnel crispeth,
[FRANCE SEEN FROM THE COAST OF
NLAND, within a hollow vale, I stood;
And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear, The coast of France—the coast of France how near! Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood. I shrunk; for verily the barrier flood Was like a lake, or river bright and fair, A
span of waters; yet what power is there! What mightiness for evil and for good ! Even so doth God protect us if we be Virtuous and wise. Winds blow, and waters roll, Strength to the brave, and Power, and Deity; Yet in themselves are nothing! One decree Spake laws to them, and said that by the soul Only, the Nations shall be great and free.
THE SOWER'S SONG.
OW hands to seed-sheet, boys,
We step and we cast; old Time's on wing; And would ye partake of Harvest's joys, The corn must be sown in Spring.
Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in thy earthy bed;
For beast and man must be fed.