The nodding plants they bowed their heads As if in heartsome cheer: They spake unto these little things, "'Tis merry living here!" Oh, how my heart ran o'er with joy! And how we might glean up delight And many a wood-mouse dwelleth there, The green shoots grow above their heads, And roots so fresh and fine Beneath their feet; nor is there strife 'Mong them for mine and thine. There is enough for every one, VIOLETS JOHN MOULTRIE [NDER the green hedges after the snow, UN There do the dear little violets grow, Hiding their modest and beautiful heads Under the hawthorn in soft mossy beds. Sweet as the roses, and blue as the sky, Down there do the dear little violets lie; Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen, N THE BABIE HUGH MILLER AE shoon to hide her tiny taes, Nae stockings on her feet; Her supple ankles white as snow, Or early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress of sprinkled pink Her een sae like her mither's een, W WILLIE WINKIE WILLIAM MILLER EE Willie Winkie rins through the town, Up stairs and doon stairs, in his nicht-gown, Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock, "Are the weans in their bed?-for it's now ten o'clock." Hey, Willie Winkie! are ye comin' ben? The cat's singin' gay thrums to the sleepin' hen, Ony thing but sleep, ye rogue! - glow'rin' like the moon, Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon, Rumblin', tumblin' roun' about, crawin' like a cock, Hey, Willie Winkie! the wean's in a creel! Ruggin' at the cat's lug, and ravellin' a' her thrums: THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON (LADY STIRLING W° MAXWELL) WORD was brought to the Danish King That the love of his heart lay suffering, And pin'd for the comfort his voice would bring; (Oh! ride as though you were flying!) Better he loves each golden curl On the brow of that Scandinavian girl And his rose of the isles is dying! Thirty nobles saddled with speed, (Hurry!) Each one mounting a gallant steed Which he kept for battle and days of need; Spurs were struck in the foaming flank; His nobles are beaten, one by one; (Hurry!) They have fainted, and falter'd, and homeward gone; |