When hinnied hopes around our hearts Like simmer blossoms, sprang! Oh, mind ye, luve, how aft we left And hear its water croon; The simmer leaves hung owre our heads, The throssil whusslit in the wood, And we, with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled down your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak! That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, When freely gush'd all feelings forth, Unsyllabled-unsung! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee MANY a year is in its gra Since I cross'd this restle And the evening, fair as Shines on ruin, rock, and Then in this same boat b Sat two comrades old and One with all a father's tru One with all the fire of y One on earth in silence w And his grave in silences But the younger brighter Pass'd in battle and in sto So, whene'er I turn my ey Back upon the days gone Saddening thoughts of fri Friends that closed their As closely twined wi' earliest thochts As ye hae been to me? Oh! tell me gin their music fills Oh, say gin e'er your heart grows grit I've wander'd east, I've wander'd west, I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way; And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, I've never seen your face, nor heard But I could hug all wretchedness, Did I but ken your heart still dream'd O' bygane days and me! THE LOVER'S LEAP. A ROMANTIC SPOT IN THE DARGLE, COUNTY JOSEPH AUGUSTINE WADE. OH! have you not heard of that dark woody glen, She plighted her faith, but as quickly withdrew, She left him in wrath, but how little she knew He met her in vale, and he met her in grove,— Where she once vow'd to love him for ever,- He gazed, till she murmur'd "Dear Connal," and then He leap'd from the rock to the river! |