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A voice from dreamland said to me--
"Poet, what music is in thee?
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The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht,
Wi' muckle faucht an' din--
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Wull I ha'e to speak again
To thae weans o' mine?
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I sit afore a half-oot fire,
An' I am a' my lane,
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Was that a knock? Wha can it be?
I hirple to the door;
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Death came to the earth, by his side was Spring,
They came from God's own bowers,
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England, amid thy great in this great time
One man, white-haired, with misty, flashing eyes
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The merry children are playing
In the little village street;
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Oh, for those days that had no doubt,
When I, a simple village laddie,
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Let me lie upon the heather
Where the heath fowl have abode,
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Ho! stand bare-browed with me to-day, no common name we sing,
And let the music in your hearts like thunder-marches ring;
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Strong poet of the sleepless gods that dwell
As far above the stars as we beneath,
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Up went the finger, but that royal eye,
Whose cunning saw through human life, was dim,
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I will go into dark Gethsemane,
In the night when none can see;
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Like a great tree beside the stream of l fe
The visioned poet stands,
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Two master spirits of German song, they stand
Each by the side of each; the sculptor's thought
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She's an awfu' lassie, Jenny,
No' her like in a' the toon,
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The simmer day was sweet an' lang,
It had nae thocht o' sorrow,
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We met upon the stepping stones,
She blushed and looked at me;
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Row, Kello, row frae rocky linns,
An' through amang thy grassy braes,
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A dove went up, and struck the air
Impatiently with all her wing;
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Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside,
There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,
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I am full of an aimless longing
As I wander about to-day;
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A sweet love-song, whose early touch--
Ere yet the master-hand grew strong
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In the chamber of death underground,
Came these words to touch men to the heart,
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I hear the winds of summer rush
Above my head to-day,
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A voice is in the wind to-day,
And sweet its breath is blowing;
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A day of fading light upon the sea;
Of sea-birds winging to their rocky caves;
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One star alone from the blue sky
Looks down upon the simple stream,
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A sound is in my ear to-day,
And playful fancies with it throng;
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The sea, as by some inner demon stung,
Hath burst its glassy prison, and on high
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No book to-night; but let me sit
And watch the firelight change and flit,
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She sits upon her nest all day,
Secure amid the toiling din
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One red rose you took from my hand--
O the light was sweet that summer day--
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The poet looks on human things,
And, as his mood is, so he sings,
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That nicht the dancin' schule was dune,
We had a ball to end the spree;
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Ah, dear, we part for ever,
You with a longing sigh,
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Upon the rails I work away,
The rails sae slim an' narrow,
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A dream of youth has grown to fruit,
Though years it was in blossom;
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Who are the heroes we hail to-day,
And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?
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I heard beneath my feet the clear sharp ring
Of grinding rail and wheel,
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A pilgrim of the wilds to-day,
I lie by Cameron's stone,
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Those simple daisies which you view,
Last year, when summer winds did wave,
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The deid sleep soun' in the auld kirkyaird,
At the fit o' the hills sae steep;
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I dream this nicht, an' my thochts gae back
To that happy time sae early,
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The hills remain; they lift their brows
Against the splendour of the skies;
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I stood in the summer evening
By the side of the Pastor's Pool;
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Oh, Jenny, she is fair an' braw,
An' Daisy fu' o' lovin' wiles;
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What fretting loads we mortals bear
Through life, whose fading rainbows mock
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We are the slaves of those that died
A thousand years ago;
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Here in the city as I sit,
The twilight filling all the room,
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Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
An' a' the skies were blue,
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\The Rev. John Donaldson, M.A., Kirkconnel. "Ave Atque Vale."\
A brooding quiet rests to-day
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I sat in the house of the master,
With the Pentland Hills in view,
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Come let us lift our voice, and sing
A song to greet the May,
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O bonnie Toshie Norrie
To Inverard is gane,
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Far down within my heart she stands
With downcast eyes and folded hands,
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If I were somewhat younger
In years--say twenty-five;
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I like to see in graceful row
My modest pipes upon the wall,
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O mavis singin' in the wood,
When a' the hills are white wi' snaw;
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I lift this old Communion Cup,
And, lo!--what visions gather up
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The hills in the Hielands are bonnie,
Wi' the licht an' the shadow at play;
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I walk the old familiar ways
Beside my native stream,
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"Within a mile o' Edinburgh toon,"
Beneath the gray of an afternoon,
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Just a peep from a carriage window,
As we stood for a moment still,
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O, bonnie Bessie Logan
Is dainty, young, and fair;
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I stand with my shoulder to shoulders,
In the long, sad battle of life;
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Why, hang it all, let life go by,
It is but bubbles we pursue;
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The great Earth said to the poet,
"What are your paltry wrongs,
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We danced at night in the farm-house,
While, fifty yards away,
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In quiet, holy light she stands,
But not for her the folded hands.
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A gladness pulses through the earth,
And with a gentle sound
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As of old the river is singing,
The woods are thick and green,
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The humble bee is hiding
In the blossom's golden cells;
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The little village sleeps to-day,
Save but for children at their play.
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I stood upon the four-foot way
Amid the haunts I knew so well,
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I sat--in church, of course--and heard
The parson thunder forth his sermon.
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lie an' look doon on the clachan,
This best o' a' simmer days,
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Grey tree within the churchyard old,
Why stir thy leaves to-night?
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The years have sped since first we met,
Here, in the city's toil and roar;
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Saft fa's the sun on Anwoth Hills
When simmer smiles an' a' is fair;
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I stand alone on the hillside,
The scent of heather about;
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I hear the voices of singers,
Whose songs stir the pulses of men;
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I wish my little life had been
In concert with each lowly thing,
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To Sir Noel Paton
I lay in the depths of dreamland,
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Last of the Scots his country knew so well,
And loved and honoured, ripe and full of years
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I tried the gowfin' when at Troon,
The links are bonnie there to see,
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Well worth the climbing--what a glorious sight!
An empire all beneath us. Far away,
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What lark remembers when he sings,
From where the clouds are dim and grey,
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The dead man in the chamber dim
Lay, with the silence over him.
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Ah, what to me is Homer's song
With Greek and Trojan life alive,
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Over the meadow is singing
A lark as loud as can be;
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Whisper, dear, that love is sweet,
Sweeter far than anything;
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The gods that dwell within the calm
Where winds have never lifted wings,
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Fareweel to my hame at the fit o' the glen,
To the red rowan tree hingin' owre at the en',
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How sweet was life langsyne, langsyne,
When youth was in its May;
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Auld Johnnie Noddle sleeps through a' the day,
Sleeps until the sun gangs doon an' a' the licht away;
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A roofless Border keep that once
Held reiver bold its walls within,
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I push the little gate aside,
I leave behind all human pride,
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A bird on the moorland is calling
As a spirit may shriek in its dream,
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A little cottage just atop the brae,
That now within its patch of ground is shown,
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If any song that I have sung
Should rest a moment on the lips,
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We left the dear old house behind,
And where the moon was glancing,
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He sleeps among the hills he knew,
They look upon his early rest,
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Sam Adamson, the driver, he
Flung a bunch of waste to me.
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O, there's nocht can tak' us back like the broom upon the brae,
In the auld, auld times that are noo sae far away,
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This is a perfect day to lie
Without one single thought but eye
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\"And the sea gave up the dead which were in it."\
Two sisters stood by the window,
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When first I saw the Tweed, the light
Of autumn, tender, sad and grey,
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I never see a castle
That is gaunt and grey and grim,
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Within an unseen cage he sings,
Hung high above t e rush of feet,
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I heard a voice--the voice of Fate--
That whispered when the hour was late--
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What of the dim old legends,
What of the story and song
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Was it of wine and all its purple glow,
Or roses when the seasons bade them blow,
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He sleeps beneath the violets,
That grow above him like regrets,
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Life said to the soul of the poet--
"Of the gifts I can offer to thee,
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Beside the manse the river flows
This sweet and tender summer day,
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He will not sing his loudest song,
This poet full of love and mirth,
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Last year I sat within my room,
And heard the cricket in the gloom
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We are but shadows, and we pass
Like sunshine on the waving grass;
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Never through all the years to be
Can there be such a night as that night we know,
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I'm growin' auld, an' no' sae yauld,
Nor yet sae gleg as I ha'e been;
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\ *Man and Poet* \
True man and poet, in whose verse is seen
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Isa in the garden stands,
And the winds, with unseen hands,
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So thanks again; in after years
That down the slope of time will range,
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\ *At High Creoch, Gatehouse* \
You ask me for a line or two--
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I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang,
Though whiles when I tak' a turn,
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The silent dead go marching down,
With not a single banner flown;
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Ane sings the lassie that he lo'es,
Gangs daft aboot her lips an' een;
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I sit upon a shattered shaft, as if Time, worn and blind,
Had smote himself in sudden rage and left one limb behind.
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Bonnie May Wyllie cam' oot o' the toun
When the deein' sunlicht lay
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A singer in the street to-day,
He sings a song; and as I hear
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It is naething but a lilt,
Yet its rinnin' in my heid;
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Here as I sit this summer day,
On a seat at a door in a little town,
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Sweet Jenny by the Solway Sands,
Fair Jenny by the Cree;
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I was alone with the Master,
I was weary and sick with pain,
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When life is young, and dreams are sweet,
And golden light is in the sky,
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No sounds are heard from Yarrow Vale,
But summer sounds to-day;
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At God's right hand the angels stand
In the courts of Heaven above,
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Here's wee Tam aside the fire,
Soun' as soun' can be,
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Bauld Robin Ford, frae Glasgow toon,
Cam' here an' spent a nicht wi' me;
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Thou city of my boyhood! Ere I dreamt
My footsteps yet would be upon thy streets
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The great Lars Andersonicus,
Who dwelleth in the South,
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I weary to-night, I weary,
I weary, I know not why,
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At rest amid the flush of golden corn,
When rest is short and sweet;
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Hoo cantie was I in my youth,
Afore I ever thocht to range,
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\ *A Humorous Reading* \
A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pair
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Alone. For Jack has gone away,
To hide his head in proofs and letters;
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The trees that shadow Alton Hall
Are sweet by night and day;
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O, mither, sing a sang to the bairns,
When the nicht-fa' gathers them in;
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Is there any room for the poet
In this nineteenth century time--
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I stand and look down on the village,
With its little simple street,
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\"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,
Forget the spreading of the hideous town."\
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This was what the pointsman said,
With both hands at his throbbing head:--
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--Ephesians vi.13
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From hill-encircled Windermere,
And all through happy Ambleside,
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The wind, the summer wind of June,
Was on our cheeks as, in the heather,
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An old worn copy of Dante,
With its faded pencil notes,
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Just at the corner of the street,
Where meet the tides of human feet,
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I hear the lark to-day; he sings
Against a hazy April cloud--
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Like mists that trail along the hill,
Dim playthings for the winds to toss,
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Shadow and light are lying
On all the hills I see;
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I lay where the winds were seeking
The nooks of the streams they love;
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The winds have their sweetest whisper,
This golden summer day,
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Love, turn thy gentle feet away,
How can I be thy lover?
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O, Cairn row saft where Maudie bides,
Row saft as saft can be,
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The hills aroon' oor ain wee toon
Are no' like ither hills to me,
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So beautiful, so beautiful
Is all this happy earth to-day;
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He lays his heavy toil aside
To take his mid-day rest;
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Thou feathered happiness, come down to me,
For I am sick with sorrow. If I sing
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I saw the Arran Hills shine through
A tender veil of shining haze;
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Twa miles frae here, or maybe mair,
A herd's hoose sits atween twa wuds,
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Within the rough four-foot he lay,
A touch of blood on breast and wing--
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A lark lap up frae the daisied field,
An', O, but his sang was sweet;
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I walked for an hour in Selkirk,
In the folds of a noonday dream;
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Away from all the restless street,
The whirlpool of the toiling race,
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You smile, and half in jest you ask
A song from me. A simple task,
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The great Napoleon! and these simple hairs
Are from his head! Behind him I can see
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