THANKSGIVING DAY. J. BAYARD TAYLOR, AUTHOR OF VIEWS A-FOOT." WRITTEN IN GERMANY. WE meet the sons of pilgrim sires, And while across the far, blue wave, The spirits of our fatherland Their sacred trust still hold- The land from dark oppression riven ! BURIAL SONG FOR A GOOD MAN. REV. WILLIAM GASKELL. FROM TEMPERANCE RHYMES." 1839. CALMLY, calmly lay him down! Memories, all too bright for tears, All that makes for human good, Freedom, righteousness, and truth,-- Wealth, and pomp, and courtly nod, As the deathless child of God. Meek and gentle was his soul, Huts where poor men sat distress'd, Beds where suffering breathed its last,— Hoping, trusting, lay him down! Look for him with eyes of love, YOUTH'S DREAMS. ROBERT NICOLL, BORN AT TULLIEBELTANE, PERTHSHIRE, JANUARY 7, 1814, DIED 1837, BURIED IN NEWHAVEN CHURCHYARD. A PLEASANT thing it is to mind Of youthfu' thoughts an' things,— To pu' the fruit that on the tree Of Memory ripely hings, To live again the happiest hours To dream again as I ha'e dream'd Thae days I thought that far awa', I thought the little burnies ran, To glad me, flowers cam' on the earth, An' heather on the muirland grew, An' tarns in glens did lie: Of beauteous things like these I dreain'd When I was herdin' kye! Sae weel I lo'ed a' things of earth! -the moon-the rocks an' glens- Laugh on but there are souls of love Ah! weel I mind how I would muse, An' think, had I the power, How happy, happy I would make Ilk heart the warld owre! So pure an' holy were my dreams A silver stream o' purest love Yet scornfully the thoughtless fool Would pass the laddie by: But, oh! I bless the happy time From thoughts averse to love and peace ; Go oftener to the cottage door, Be brothers, let distinction cease. |