The Devil gripped the woman's heart, With gall he staunched its bleeding; Far away, beyond the day, The Lord heard interceding. "Lord God, One in Three! The voice cried out, "Rejoice! rejoice There shall be sleep for evil!" And all the sweetness of God's voice Passed strangely through the Devil. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS AND BALLADS. 1878-83. I. THE LIGHTS OF LEITH. I. "THE lights o' Leith! the lights o' Leith!" The skipper cried aloud— While the wintry gale with snow and hail "The lights o' Leith! the lights o' Leith!" As the ship ran in thro' the surging spray They saw the glare from far away, "'Tis sure a feast in the town o' Leith" "In right good time we are home once more But the mate replied, while he shoreward gazed While the lights of Leith beyond him blazed "'Tis twenty lang year since I first left here, I was only a lad, and my heart was mad "My mither she prayed me no' to gang, My father was droon'd, and sleeping amang "I stole awa' in the mirk o' night "Aye, twenty lang year hae past sin' syne, To think o' that puir auld mither o' mine, "When back I cam' frae the salt sea faem Ae simmer I dwelt in the hoose at hame, "And twice sin' syne hae I left the sea And aye my mither had had for me- "Then, cast awa' in a soothern land, I lang'd for the touch o' a mither's hand, "But noo that my wandering days are done, I hae dree'd a penance sad, I am coming hame, like the Prodigal Son, "I hae gowden rings for my mither's hand, And, fit for a leddy o' the land, "And I lang, and lang, to seek ance mair "To dress her oot like a leddy grand, "And to say 'O mither, I'm hame, I'm hame! Forgie me, O forgie! And never mair shall ye ken a care O bright and red shone the lights of Leith Down the cheeks of the man the salt tears ran, "But noo I look on the lights o' hame My heart sinks sick and cauld— Lest I come owre late for her love or blame, For oh! my mither was auld! "For her een were dim when I sail'd awa', "Sae I daurna enter the toon o' Leith, "But ye'll let them row me to yonner shore Beyond the lights o' the quay, And I'll climb the brae to the cottage door, A hunnerd yards frae the sea. "If I see a light thro' the mirk o' night, I'll ken my mither is there; I'll keek, maybe, through the pane, and see Her face in its snawy hair! "The face sae dear that for mony a year "Then I'll enter in wi' silent feet, And saftly cry her name And I'll see the dim auld een grow sweet Wi' a heavenly welcome hame! |