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She leapt down the rocks
The Earth seemed to love her,
On his glacier cold,
With his trident the mountains strook;
And opened a chasm
with the spasm
All Erymanthus shook.
And the black south wind
The bars of the springs below:
Seen through the torrent's sweep,
"O, save me! O, guide me,
To its blue depth stirred,
And divided at her prayer;
And under the water
The Earth's white daughter
Fled like a sunny beam;
Behind her descended
Down the streams of the cloudy wind.
Under the bowers
Where the Ocean Powers
Sit on their pearlèd thrones,
Weave a net-work of colored light,
And up through the rifts
They passed to their Dorian home.
And now from their fountains
Down one vale where the morning basks,
Like friends once parted, Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks.
THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT.
At sunrise they leap
Beneath the Ortygian shore ;
When they love, but live no more.
My loved, my honored, much respected friend!
My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays,
The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween!
November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh;
The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh,
The blackening trains o' craws to their repose:
The toil-worn cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor his course does homeward bend.
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin', stacher thro'
His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee,
Does all his weary, karking care beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labor an' his toil.
Belyve, the elder bairns come drapping in,
Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown,
In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e, Comes hame, perhaps, to show a braw new gown, Or deposit her sair-won penny-fee, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be.
With joy unfeigned, brothers and sisters meet,
An' each for other's welfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-winged, unnoticed fleet; Each tells the unco's that he sees or hears The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her shears,
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new; The father mixes a' wi' admonition due.
THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT.
Their master's an' their mistress's command
An' ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play : “And, O, be sure to fear the Lord alway!
And mind your duty, duly, morn and night! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain, that sought the Lord aright!'
But, hark! a rap comes gently to the door;
To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame
Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush ner cheek; With heart-struck, anxious care inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak; Weel pleased the mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake.
Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben;
A strappan youth; he takes the mother's eye; Blythe Jenny sees the visit 's no ill-ta'en;
The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows with joy,
But blate and laithfu’, scarce can weel behave; The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy
What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel pleased to think her bairn 's respected like the
O happy love, where love like this is found!
O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I 've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare :