Will no one tell me what she sings? Or is it some more humble lay, ΙΟ Both lying right before us; And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed There's pleasant Tiviot-dale, a land 20 "What's Yarrow but a river bare, 25 That glides the dark hills under? There are a thousand such elsewhere As worthy of your wonder." Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn My True-love sighed for sorrow; 30 And looked me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow! 15 30 "Oh! green," said I, "are Yarrow's holms, And sweet is Yarrow flowing! Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, But we will leave it growing. O'er hilly path, and open Strath, We'll wander Scotland thorough; But, though so near, we will not turn "Let beeves and home-bred kine partake 35 40 a natural pettei chuman bein wark Dart finer thoughts Not just a hard without 5 Her household motions light and free, A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene A traveller between life and death; To warn, to comfort, and command; ΙΟ 15 5 For oft, when on my couch I lie gives himself upt 15 20 Dateible "Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eo perductus, ut non tantum recte facere possim, sed nisi recte facere non possim." Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! Who art a light to guide, a rod When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; duty does things. And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! angelic "Yet life," you say, "is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. 15 20 Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee 25 III Wings have we, and as far as we can go, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. There find I personal themes, a plenteous store, Matter wherein right voluble I am, 35 The spirit of self-sacrifice; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! PERSONAL TALK To which I listen with a ready ear; 55 |