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IV.

When I think upon your kindness
To him-Aunt, baith air and late,
If my beating heart were mindless
Only when it stops to beat.

V.

A' the toil that you had wi' him,
Save yoursel', there's few did see'd,

Still wi' pleasure did you gie him
Ilk thing he could wish or need.

VI.

Pale and wan he came out to youWild disease made dismal strife; But wi' grace that God did gi'e you, You e'en saved his very life.

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Though he aft to stop did bid you,

Still you kindly bade him pree.

VIII.

When the sun had ceased his vigour,
And in warmth did shine nae mair,
When the e'en was calm, you placed him
At the door wi' meikle care.

IX.

Then he aften saw descending
In the west the setting sun;
Balmy breezes him were mending:
Thus wi' joy the e'en did run.

X.

At the hour o' midnight, when you
Heard the lonely howlet cry,

You had need o' rest; but then, ye
Even then ye-couldna lie.

XI.

Then you'd quietly gae to see him,
And to speer if aught was wrong;
Milk in plenty ye did gi'e him,

Cool'd the almost parched tongue.

XII.

Dearest Aunt, O can I ever

Kindness such can I forget?

No! I'm sure that I can never,
Till this heart has ceased to beat.

XIII.

I, 'tis true, can ne'er reward ye,
Which does fill my heart wi' care;
But accept frae humble bardie,
A' he has a humble prayer.

XIV.

Peace and pleasure to your cot aye,

Comfort to the ruling twa:

O may bliss attend your

lot aye

Peace to ane, an' peace to a'.

XV.

Comfort to ye a' the day-time,

Peace when laid upon your bed: God forsakes the good at nae time,— Then he hovers round your head.

XVI.

When your days on earth are ended,
When you're o'er life's ocean driven,
Cares on earth will a' be mended,
When you reap the promise given.

XVII.

Dearest Aunt, I canna gi'e you
Words to tell you how I feel:

I maun soon be out to see you—
God aye bless you-Fare-you-weel!

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THE TRYSTING TREE.]

I.

The trystin' tree! the trystin' tree!

I'll mind it a' my days:

It weel deserves a sang frae me,

Or something in its praise.
So, sit ye down beside me, love,
And I will sing to thee

The pure delights that we enjoyed

Beneath the trystin' tree.

II.

D'ye mind when first we met there;
I was reading at some book,
When you passed ae summer mornin',
An' ye ga'e me-ae fond look?
Weel I mind ye gaed by slowly,

An'

ye seem'd to smile to meSo I bade ye come an' rest a while

Beneath the trystin' tree.

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