OLD HANNAH. 1. 'Tis Sabbath morn, and a holy balm Drops down on the heart like dew, And the sunbeams gleam Like a blessed dream Afar on the mountains blue. On the old gray stone, 2. An oak is hanging o'er her head, From their sylvan keep, And the lark is in the sky. Beneath that shade her children played, But they're all away with Death, And she sits alone On the old gray stone To hear what the Spirit saith. 3. Her years are o'er threescore and ten, And her eyes are waxing dim, But the page is bright With a living light, And her heart leaps up to Him On the old gray stone, Tho' no earthly friend is near. 4. There's no one left to love her now; But the Eye that never sleeps Looks on her in love From the heavens above, And with quiet joy she weeps: On the old gray stone, Has a peace the world knows not. Alexander M'Lachlan. THROUGH THE WOOD. 1. Through the wood, through the wood, Through the wood, through the wood, Yet he heeds not its song As it sinks on his ear, For he lists to a voice Than its music more dear. 2. Through the wood, through the wood, Once and away, The castle is gain'd, And the lady is gay : When her smile becomes sad, And her eyes become dim; Her bosom is glad, When she gazes on him! 3. Through the wood, through the wood, Over the wold, Rides onward a band Of true warriors bold; They stop not for forest, They halt not for water; Their chieftain in sorrow Is seeking his daughter. 4. Through the wood, through the wood, Warbles the merle; Through the wood, through the wood, And on a gray palfrey Comes pacing his bride; While an old man sits smiling, William Anderson. EPIC POETRY. — THE BALLAD. AULD ROBIN GRAY. 1. When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye's1 come hame, And a' the weary warld to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa'2 in showers frae my ee,3 2. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride, 3. He hadna been gane a twelvemonth and a day, When my father brake his arm and the cow was stown' away; 4. My father couldna work-my mother couldna spin- 1 cows. 2 fall. 3 eye. 4 unknown. 5 husband. 6 one. 7 stolen. His ship was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee, 6. My father urged me sair1-my mither didna speak, 7. I hadna been his wife a week but only four, When, mournfu' 2 as I sat on the stane at my door, I wish that I were dead, but I'm na like to die, For, though my heart is broken, I'm but young, wae is me! 9. I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin, I daurna think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin, But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For, oh! Robin Gray, he is kind to me. Lady Anne Barnard (1750-1825). THE DIVER. (From the German.) 1. "Oh, where is the knight or the squire so bold As to dive to the howling Charybdis below? I cast in the whirlpool a goblet of gold, And o'er it already the dark waters flow; Shall have for his guerdon that gift of his king." 2. He spoke, and the cup from the terrible steep, That, rugged and hoary, hung over the verge 1 2 mournful. 3 weep. 4 much. 5 all. away. much. very 7 A whirlpool between Italy and Sicily, said, in ancient times, to have been very dangerous; hence, generally, any whirlpool. Of the endless and measureless world of the deep, Swirled into the maëlstrom that maddened the surge. "And where is the diver so stout to go I ask ye again—to the deep below?" 3. And the knights and the squires that gathered around, 4. And all, as before, heard in silence the king, Till a youth with an aspect unfearing but gentle, 5. As he strode to the marge of the summit, and gave Casts roaringly up the Charybdis again; 6. And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars, And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending; 7. Yet, at length, comes a lull o'er the mighty commotion, And dark through the whiteness, and still through the swell, The whirlpool cleaves downward and downward in ocean, A yawning abyss, like the pathway to hell; 8. The youth gave his trust to his Maker! Before |