PROUD MAISIE Proud Maisie is in the wood, Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. "Tell me, thou bonny bird, "The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, Welcome, proud lady." Sir Walter Scott GANE WERE BUT THE WINTER CAULD Gane were but the winter cauld, Cauld's the snaw at my head, Let nane tell my father, Or my mither sae dear; I'll meet them baith in heaven At the spring o' the year. Allan Cunningham THE INNER VISION Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The beauty coming and the beauty gone. If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse: With Thought and Love companions of our way - Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, William Wordsworth ADMONITION TO A TRAVELLER Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook Hath stirr'd thee deeply; with its own dear brook, But covet not the abode; forbear to sigh Intruders who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf with harsh impiety. Think what the home must be if it were thine, Even thine, though few thy wants! - Roof, window, door, The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, The roses to the porch which they entwine: On which it should be touch'd, would melt away! THE STRIFE The wish that of the living whole Are God and Nature then at strife, That I, considering everywhere I falter where I firmly trod; And, falling with my weight of cares I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And faintly trust the larger hope. A VISION Alfred Tennyson I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright: And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved; in which the World And all her train were hurl'd. Henry Vaughan |