OH SAW YE THE LASS? 89 I would not, sweet, profane that silvery sound,— The depths of love could such rude hearts divine? Let the loud laughter peal, the toast go round, My thoughts, my thoughts are thine,-forever thine! Forever thine, whate'er this heart betide; OH SAW YE THE LASS? Oh saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een? The home of my love is below in the valley, Where wild flowers welcome the wandering bee; But the sweetest of flowers in that spot that is seen Is the dear one I love wi' the bonnie blue een. When night overshadows her cot in the glen, She'll steal out to meet her loved Donald again: And when the moon shines on yon valley so green, I'll welcome the lass wi' the bonnie blue een. As the dove that has wandered away from its nest, Returns to the mate his fond heart loves the best, I'll fly from the world's false and vanishing scene, To my dear one, the lass wi' the bonnie blue een. ANONYMOUS. COMING THROUGH THE RYE. Gin a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Every lassie has her laddie- Yet a' the lads they smile at me But whaur his hame, or what his name, Gin a body meet a body Every lassie has her laddie Ne'er a ane hae I; Yet a' the lads they smile at me When comin' through the rye. OH! SAY NOT Amang the train there is a swain But whaur his hame, or what his name, ANONYMOUS. OH! SAY NOT WOMAN'S HEART IS Oh! say not woman's heart is bought When first her gentle bosom knows Oh! say not woman's false as fair, Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare, Ah, no! the love that first can warm Will leave her bosom never; No second passion e'er can charm,— She loves, and loves forever. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK. 91 HAPPIEST DAYS. They tell us, love, that you and I If ours be love that will not bear The heart has depths of bitterness, As well as depths of pleasure; And those who love, love not, unless They both of these can measure. There is a time, and it will come, When this they must discover, And woe if either then be dumb To power that moved the lover. LOVE AND ABSENCE. There are some spots where each may fall, And each will need sustaining; And suffering is the lot of all, And is of God's ordaining; In bonds that none can sever, Then, while these happy days we bless, God's mercy never will be less, Though He should change the showing. Such be our faith, as on we tread, As two who by His hand are led, ANONYMOUS. 93 LOVE AND ABSENCE. Let it not grieve thee, dear, to hear me say In absence from thee gain the utmost height |