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Thou smilest as if thy soul were soaring
BY JAMES MONTGOMERY.
Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labours close,
The curtain of repose;
The gay romance of life;
Blend in fantastic strife;
To plough the classic field,
Its wealthy furrows yield;
The joys of other years ;
Hopes that were angels in their birth,
On ocean's dark expanse,
The full moon's earliest glance,
Brooding on hours misspent,
Come to our lonely tent;
Then from the eye the soul
Beyond the starry pole;
Our Saviour oft withdrew
So will his followers do;
When all around is peace,
From sin and suffering cease;
THE VOICE OF MIDNIGHT.
When night sits on the earth, and tower and town
THE VOICE OF MIDNIGHT.
may not know-yet to the bard it seems The voi e of conscience in the ear of night.
HERE'S TO THEE, MY SCOTTISH LASSIE.
BY THE REV. JOHN MOULTRIE.
Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! here's a hearty
health to thee, For thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and thy step
so firm and free; For all thine artless elegance, and all thy native grace, For the music of thy mirthful voice, and the sunshine
of thy face; For thy guileless look and speech sincere, yet sweet
as speech can be, Here's a health, my Scottish lassie! here's a hearty
health to thee! Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie !—though my glow
of youth is o'er; And I, as once I felt and dream'd, must feel and
dream no more; Though the world, with all its frosts and storms, has chill'd
soul at last, And genius, with the foodful looks of youthful friend
ship past; Though my path is dark and lonely, now, o'er this
world's dreary sea, Here's a health, my Scottish lassie! here's a hearty
health to thee!
HIERE'S TO THEE, MY SCOTTISH LASSIE. 11 Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie!--though I know
that not for me Is thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and thy step
so firin and free; Though thou, with cold and careless looks, wilt often
pass me by, Unconscious of my swelling heart, and of my wistful
eye; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love, nor waste
one thought on me,Here's a health, my Scottish lassie! here's a hearty
health to thee !
Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! when I meet thee
in the throng Of merry youths and maidens, dancing lightsomely
along, I'll dream away an hour or twain, still gazing on thy
form, As it flashes through the baser crowd, like lightning
through a storm; And I, perhaps, shall touch thy hand, and share thy
looks of glee, And for once, my Scottish lassie! dance a giddy dance
Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie !-I shall think of
thee at even, When I see its first and fairest star come smiling up
through heaven; I shall hear thy sweet and touching voice, in every
wind that grieves, As it whirls from the abandon'd oak, its wither'd
autumn leaves ; In the gloom of the wild forest, in the stillness of the sea, I shall think, my Scottish lassie! I shall often think