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VERSES FROM MY SCRAP-BOOK,
Boiun' ìocslilàixLteach an driiichda,
Mo gliradh geal 's mo run.
O, 's binn leam-fhin do cliùmliradh,
Mo ghnidh geal 's mo run,
'S bu mliilse learn na'n smeoracli,
An ceol bho d'bbilean ciiiin.
Gvir caoine na na rosan,
Learn d' anail 'iis do pbogan,
'S gu'm bi mo luaidh ri m' bheò ort
Mo gbràdh geal 's mo run !
VERSES FROM MY SCRAP-BOOK.
The following fragments appeared in The Ladies' Own Journal
under_the above title.
I GAZE towards the glowing east
At morning, noon, and eve,
And quietly my soul dotb feast
On dreams that fancy w^eave.
Metbinks tbey wdiisper o'er the tide,
" Come, darling, fly to me ; "
And I could think I'm by thy side,
So near I seem to thee.
Ob, would that I could fly to thee,
And nestle in thy breast !
And well I know that I -would be
To thee a v^-elcome guest.
Oh, were I there, how greedily
I'd kiss thy rosy lips !
As gi-eedy as the liuijgry bee,
From flowers their nectar sips.
Can an amaranthine flower
Bloom within an earthly bower ?
Whilst the past Ave calmly scan,
Wbere the flowers that graced life's morning.
Seared and scattered, speak in warning,
Dare we think it ever can !