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Ode to the Cuckoo.
HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove!
What time the daisy decks the green,
Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flowers,
The school-boy wandering through the wood,
What time the pea puts on the bloom
An annual guest in other lands,
Another Spring to hail.
Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
THEY are all gone into a world of light,
It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,
Or those faint beams in which the hill is dressed,
I see them walking in an air of glory,
Whose light doth trample on my days,
O holy hope, and high humility,
High as the heavens above!
These are your walks, and ye have showed them me,
Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the just!
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark!
He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know,
But what fair field or grove he sings in now,
And yet as angels, in some brighter dreams,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
The Twa Sisters.
THERE were twa sisters lived in a bouir;
The youngest o' them, O, she was a flouir!
There came a squire frae the west;
He lo'ed them baith, but the youngest best;
He gied the eldest a gay gold ring;
He courted the eldest wi' broach and knife;
The eldest she was vexed sair,
And it fell ance upon a day,
"O, sister, come to the sea strand,
She's ta'en her by the milk-white hand,
The youngest sat upon a stane;
Oh, sister, sister, lend me your hand, And shall be heir of half my land.
"O, sister I 'll not reach my hand,
Shame fa' the hand that I should take!
Your cherry cheeks and yellow hair
"Oh, sister, reach me but your glove,
"Sink on, nor hope for hand or glove;
The miller's dauchter was baking breid,
"O father, father, in our mill-dam,
You couldna see her yellow hair,
You couldna see her middle sma',
You couldna see her fingers sma',
"Sair will they be, whae'er they be,
Then by there cam a harper fine,
And, when he looked that lady on,