For Adoration all the ranks
Of Angels yield eternal thanks,
And David in the midst;

With God's good poor, which, last and least
In man's esteem, Thou to Thy feast,
O blessed Bridegroom, bidd'st!

For Adoration, David's Psalms
Lift up the heart to deeds of alms;
And he, who kneels and chants,

Prevails his passions to control,
Finds meat and medicine to the soul,
Which for translation pants.

For Adoration, in the dome
Of Christ, the sparrows find a home,
And on His olives perch:

The swallow also dwells with thee,
O man of God's humility,

Within his Saviour's church.

Sweet is the dew that falls betimes,
And drops upon the leafy limes;
Sweet, Hermon's fragrant air:

Sweet is the lily's silver bell,

And sweet the wakeful tapers' smell
That watch for early prayer.

Sweet the young nurse, with love intense,
Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence;
Sweet, when the lost arrive :

Sweet the musician's ardour beats,

While his vague mind's in quest of sweets, The choicest flowers to hive.

Strong is the horse upon his speed;
Strong in pursuit the rapid glede,

Which makes at once his game:
Strong the tall ostrich on the ground;
Strong through the turbulent profound
Shoots Xiphias to his aim.

Strong is the lion-like a coal
His eyeball, like a bastion's mole
His chest against the foes:

Strong the gier-eagle on his sail;
Strong against tide th' enormous whale
Emerges as he goes.

But stronger still, in earth and air,

And in the sea, the man of

prayer, And far beneath the tide :

And in the seat to faith assign'd,

Where ask is have, where seek is find,
Where knock is open wide.

Precious the penitential tear;
And precious is the sigh sincere,
Acceptable to God:

And precious are the winning flowers,
In gladsome Israel's feast of bowers
Bound on the hallow'd sod.

Glorious the sun in mid career;
Glorious th' assembled fires appear;
Glorious the comet's train:

Glorious the trumpet and alarm;

Glorious the Almighty's stretch'd-out arm;
Glorious th' enraptured main:

glede] kite.

Xiphias] sword-fish.

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Glorious the northern lights astream;
Glorious the song, when God's the theme;
Glorious the thunder's roar :

Glorious Hosanna from the den;
Glorious the catholic Amen;
Glorious the martyr's gore:

Glorious-more glorious-is the crown
Of Him that brought salvation down,
By meekness call'd thy Son:
Thou that stupendous truth believed ;-
And now the matchless deed's achieved,
Determined, dared, and done!

JANE ELLIOT

A Lament for Flodden

I'VE heard them lilting at our ewe-milking,

Lasses a' lilting before dawn o' day;

1727-1805

But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning—
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning,
Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae;

Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing,
Ilk ane lifts her leglin and hies her away.

In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,
Bandsters are lyart, and runkled, and gray:

At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching—
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming
'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play;
But ilk ane sits eerie, lamenting her dearie-

The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day;

The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, lie cauld in the clay.

We'll hear nae mair lilting at our ewe-milking;
Women and bairns are heartless and wae;
Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning-
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

467.

OLIVER GOLDSMITH

Woman

W WHEN lovely woman stcops to folly,

And finds too late that men betray,

What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her tears away?

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from ev'ry eye,

To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom is-to die.

466. swankies] lusty lads. dool] mourning.

1728-1774

bogle] bogy, hide-and-seek.

468.

O

Memory

MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,

To former joys recurring ever,

And turning all the past to pain:

Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe:
And he who wants each other blessing
In thee must ever find a foe.

ROBERT CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM OF

469.

IF

GARTMORE

If Doughty Deeds

[F doughty deeds my lady please,
Right soon I'll mount my steed;
And strong his arm and fast his seat,
That bears frae me the meed.
I'll wear thy colours in my cap,

Thy picture in my heart;

And he that bends not to thine eye

Shall rue it to his smart!

1735-1797

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;

O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake nae care I'll take,
Tho' ne'er another trow me.

If gay attire delight thine eye

I'll dight me in array;

I'll tend thy chamber door all night,
And squire thee all the day.