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Bonnie Wee Thing.
ONNIE wee thing! cannie wee thing!
Lovely wee thing! wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.
In that bonnie face o' thine;
Lest my wee thing be na' mine.
Wit and grace, and love and beauty,
In ae constellation shine; To adore thee is my duty,
Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
- Robert Burns.
Love and Time.
But though the old man needeth food,
There's nothing here that he can eat. His taste is strange, he eats alone,
Beneath some ruined cloister cope, Or on some tottering turret's stone,
While I can only live on-hope ! “A week ago, ere you were wed
It was the very night beforeUpon so many sweets I fed
While passing by your mother's doorIt was that dear, delicious hour
When Owen here the nosegay brought, And found you in the woodbine bower
Since then, indeed, I've needed naught.”
RAWN out, like lingering bees, to share
The last sweet summer weather,
Two Puritans together-
The woods which round them brightened, Just conscious of each other's thoughts,
Half happy, and half frightened. Grave were their brows, and few their words,
And coarse their garb and simple ;
To own its worldly dimple.
And Fear was oft a comer ;
The Pilgrim's toilful summer.
Mere desert-land sojourners :
God's humble lesson-learners.
The temple's sacred perfume round
Their week-day robes were clinging ; Their mirth was but the golden bells
On priestly garments ringing. But as to-day they softly talked,
That serious youth and maiden, Their plainest words strange beauty wore,
Like weeds with dewdrops laden. The saddest theme had something sweet,
The gravest, something tender, While with slow steps they wandered on,
'Mid summer's fading splendor. He said, “Next week the church will hold
A day of prayer and fasting ;"
A white life-everlasting-
He gave it to her, sighing ;
Her blush, a mute replying.
Then said the pitying angel, “ Nay, repent
“Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story ! “I loved-and blind with passionate love I fell ; Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell ; For God is just, and death for sin is well. “I do not rage against his high decree, Nor for myself do ask that grace shall be ; But for my love on earth who mourns for me. “Great Spirit! Let me see my love again And comfort him one hour, and I were fain To pay a thousand years of fire and pain."
The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar, And upward, joyous, like a rising star, She rose and vanished in the ether far.
But soon adown the dying sunset sailing,
[From "In a Gondola.''] HE moth's kiss, first!
The bee's kiss, now! | Kiss me as if you made believe
Kiss me as if you entered gay You were not sure, this eve,
My heart at some noonday, How my face, your flower, had purst
A bud that dared not disallow Its petals up; so, here and there
The claim, so all is rendered up, You brush it, till I grow aware
And passively its shattered cup Who wants me, and wide open burst.
Over your head to sleep I bow.
- Robert Browning.
A Maiden's Ideal of a Husband,
ENTEEL in personage,
GEconuet and equipage
Noble by heritage.
Generous and free :
'This must he be.
Engaging and new.
But ever true.- llenry Carey.