OH, NEVER CA' ME LIGHT O' HEART.

BY MISS E. L. MONTAGU.

I.

Он, never ca' me light o' heart,
Tho' e'er sae aft I dance and sing;
Fu' soon ye'll see my step depart,

An' soon ye'll hear my death-bell ring.
Ah, then ye'll ken what they maun bear
Wha sing sweet sangs wi' aching breast;
An' ah, when maist ye're grieving sair,
Ye'll lang like me to lie at rest.

II.

Oh, never say my heart is cauld,
Tho' still I smile on ilka face;

A grief within my soul I fauld,

Not a' my fitfu' mirth can chase. When thou, alas! sae fu' o' pride,

Dost, weeping, veil the scornfu' e'e;

Then I, wha smile on a' beside,

Have aye a heartfu' tear for thee.

THE EXILE'S RETURN.

BY ALARIC A. WATTS.

But when returned the youth? The youth no more
Returned exulting to his native shore;

But forty years were past, and then there came

A worn-out man.

CRABBE.

I.

THE haunts of my boyhood are gleaming around me,
All bright in the sunshine that graced them of yore;
But where are the heart-cherished hopes that have bound me,
Through the changes of years, to this fondly loved shore?-
Can the riches of earth, that like curses have crowned me,
Life's young dream of delight to my longings restore?

II.

The same summer-landscape beside me is smiling;
The same summer ocean before me is spread;
All transparent as truth, and in peace as beguiling,
As when first from these shores o'er its waters I sped;
My lorn heart from each home-nurtured vision exiling,
To return when the hopes that were fairest had fled.