OH, NEVER CA' ME LIGHT O' HEART. BY MISS E. L. MONTAGU. I. Он, never ca' me light o' heart, An' soon ye'll hear my death-bell ring. II. Oh, never say my heart is cauld, 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 But forty years were past, and then there came A worn-out man. CRABBE. I. THE haunts of my boyhood are gleaming around me, II. The same summer-landscape beside me is smiling; |