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MY HEID IS LIKE
TO REND, WILLIE.
Y heid is like to rend, Willie-
O, lay your cheek to mine, Willie,
It's vain to comfort me, Willie-
I'm sittin' on your knee, Willie,
And press it mair and mair,——
O, wae's me for the hour, Willie,
O, wae's me for the loanin' green
That gart me luve thee sae!
O, dinna mind my words, Willie—
But O, it's hard to live, Willie,
Het tears are hailin' ower your cheek,
I'm weary o' this warld, Willie,
I canna live as I ha’e lived,
But fauld unto your heart, Willie,
And kiss ance mair the white, white cheek Ye said was red langsyne.
A stoun' gaes through my heid, Willie— A sair stoun' through my heart;
O, haud me up and let me kiss
Thy brow ere we twa pairt. Anither, and anither yet!
How fast my life-strings break!Fareweel! fareweel! through yon kirkyard Step lichtly for my sake!
The lav'rock in the lift, Willie,
Will sing the morn as merrilie
As warld has seldom seen.
But (), remember me, Willie,
On land where'er ye be
And O, think on the leal, leal heart,
And O, think on the cauld, cauld mools
That file my yellow hair,
That kiss the cheek and kiss the chin
Mrs. Caroline Anne Southey.
THE MARINER'S HYMN.
LAUNCH thy bark, mariner!
Christian, God speed thee!
Tempests will come;
Look to the weather-bow,
Let fall the plummet now,
Hold the helm fast!
"What of the night, watchman? What of the night ?" "Cloudy-all quiet—
No land yet-all's right!"
At an hour when all seemeth
How! gains the leak so fast?
Now the ship rights;
Slacken not sail yet
Crowd all thy canvas on,
cast anchor now—
THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED
TREAD softly-bow the head—
In reverent silence bow
No passing bell doth toll-
Stranger! however great,
With lowly reverence bow; There's one in that poor shedOne by that paltry bedGreater than thou.
Beneath that beggar's roof,
Lo! Death does keep his state;
Enter- -no guards defend
That pavement, damp and cold,
No mingling voices sound-
O change!-O wondrous change!Burst are the prison bars