For Adoration all the ranks With God's good poor, which, last and least For Adoration, David's Psalms Prevails his passions to control, For Adoration, in the dome The swallow also dwells with thee, Within his Saviour's church. Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, Sweet is the lily's silver bell, And sweet the wakeful tapers' smell Sweet the young nurse, with love intense, 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; Which makes at once his game: Strong is the lion-like a coal Strong the gier-eagle on his sail; 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, Precious the penitential tear; And precious are the winning flowers, Glorious the sun in mid career; Glorious the trumpet and alarm; Glorious the Almighty's stretch'd-out arm; glede] kite. Xiphias] sword-fish. 466. Glorious the northern lights astream; Glorious Hosanna from the den; Glorious-more glorious-is the crown 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— At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning, Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing, In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching— At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming 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; 467. OLIVER GOLDSMITH Woman W WHEN lovely woman stcops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? The only art her guilt to cover, To give repentance to her lover, 466. swankies] lusty lads. dool] mourning. 1728-1774 bogle] bogy, hide-and-seek. 468. O Memory MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing, ROBERT CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM OF 469. IF GARTMORE If Doughty Deeds [F doughty deeds my lady please, 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, If gay attire delight thine eye I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night, |