CONTENTS.

POEMS.

Sabbath in a Scottish Cottage,

The Auld Kirk-Yard,

My Father's Ha',

A Hame beyond the Skies,

Verses to my Aunt,

The Trysting Tree,

Martha Palmer,

Man to Peace was Born,

A Welcome to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, on their

Visit to Dundee,

Lines Written on Visiting the Grave of Alexander and John

Bethune,

The Murdered Fly,

War to the World,

False Love,

The Kirk,

Stobbs Fair, an annual Market held at Dundee,

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My Master,

Lines on Presenting Crabbe's "Parish Register" to a

young Lady,

Little Children,

Fragment,

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POEMS AND SONGS.

SABBATH IN A SCOTTISH COTTAGE.

"From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad."

BURNS.

I.

HAIL! Sabbath morn; welcome, sweet day of rest!
Hail to the peaceful joy that comes with thee;
I love this holy feeling in my breast,

Which now is caused by all I hear and see.
Hush'd is the din of labour, mute and still

Is the loud voice of reapers 'mong the corn;
No more is heard the ploughman whistling shrill,
The milk-maid's song has ceased, the hunter's horn
Is silent and hung bye-all hail to Sabbath morn!

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II.

Soon as the bright sun beams across the lawn, The humble cottar leaves his lowly bed, With grateful heart he welcomes in the dawn, And thanks the GoD who watches o'er his head. The youngsters soon assemble, and all kneel Before th' Almighty's throne: The father prays,— His words go from the heart to heaven-all feel Comfort and peace, and soon their voices raise In humble notes of joy, of thankfulness and praise.

III.

And now he takes the Bible-blessed book!
And reads a portion from the holy word;—
He reads of Joseph's story, and all look
Amazed while list'ning to the strange record.
He reads of JESUS-God's beloved Son,

Who came on earth to wash our sins away;
He reads of what he did-of what was done-
Of what he bore for us by night and day;

His feeling heart is touched, and thus the sire doth

say:

IV.

Lo! Christ our Lord was in a stable born, And the young babe was in a manger laid; No pomp, no grandeur, did his birth adorn, The humble shepherds o'er his body prayed; He was a man of sorrows, and became Acquainted with our weakness and our woe; He knew our frailties, and he bore the same With patience; our rebellious state below Caused tears of sorrow o'er his sinless cheeks to flow.

V.

While on this earth, he cured the deaf and dumb,
Healed the diseased, and made the blind to see;
At his command, the silent dead did come,
From their dark graves the captives were set free.
He stilled the raging waters with a word;
And cast out devils-walked upon the sea;

He came to teach mankind to sheathe the sword,
To live in peace, and brethren all to be:

Oh! man received him not, but pierced him on a tree.