Look but at the gardener's pride- Roses, Lilies, side by side, By the heart of Man, his tears, Thus then, each to other dear, Let them all in quiet lie, Andrew there, and Susan here, Neighbours in mortality. And, should I live through sun and rain O Sexton, do not then remove her, XV. WHO fancied what a pretty sight Was it the humour of a Child? Or rather of some love-sick Maid, Whose brows, the day that she was styled I asked 'twas whispered, The device That prompts such work, a Spirit strong, Where life is wise and innocent. XVI. SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW. THOUGH the torrents from their fountains Though, as if with eagle pinion, If on windy days the Raven Though the Sea-horse in the ocean Own no dear domestic cave; Yet he slumbers without motion On the calm and silent wave. Day and night my toils redouble! Never nearer to the goal; never does the trouble Never Of the Wanderer leave my soul. XVII. THE SEVEN SISTERS; OR, THE SOLITUDE OF BINNORIE. SEVEN Daughters had Lord Archibald, I could not say in one short day He loved the Wars so well. Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, |