That's gi'en or ta'en before folk. I'm sure wi' you I've been as free Sic freedom used before folk. So mind you that-before folk! Ye tell me that my face is fair: Nor heat my cheeks wi' your mad freaks, Ye tell me that my lips are sweet; To prie their sweets before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk Gin that's the case, there's time and place, But surely no before folk! But gin you really do insist That I should suffer to be kissed, Gae get a license frae the priest, And mak' me yours before folk! Behave yoursel' before folk And when we're ane, baith flesh and bane, CCLXV A. RODGER. A HUMAN SKULL A HUMAN skull! I bought it passing cheap,- I thought mortality did well to keep Some mute memento of the old destroyer. It is a ghostly monitor, and most Experienced our wasting sand in summing; It is a grave domestic finger-post That warning points the way to kingdom-coming. Time was, some may have prized its blooming skin; Did she live yesterday or ages back? What colour were the eyes when bright and waking? And were your ringlets fair, or brown, or black, Poor little head! that long has done with aching? It may have held (to shoot some random shots) But this I surely knew before I closed The bargain on the morning that I bought it ; It was not half so bad as some supposed, Who love, can need no special type of death; Death steals his icy hand where Love reposes. Alas for love, alas for fleeting breath, Immortelles bloom with Beauty's bridal roses. O, true love mine, what lines of care are these? And where is all that lavish wealth of flowers? The end is near. Life lacks what once it gave, Yet death has promises that call for praises; A very worthless rogue may dig the grave, But hands unseen will dress the turf with daisies. F. L. LAMPSON. CCLXVI THINK NOT OF THE FUTURE THINK not of the future, the prospect is uncertain; Laugh away the present, while laughing hours remain : Those who gaze too boldly through Time's mystic curtain Soon will wish to close it, and dream of joy again. I, like thee, was happy, and, on hope relying, Thought the present pleasure might revive again; But receive my counsel! time is always flying, Then laugh away the present, while laughing hours remain. I have felt unkindness, keen as that which hurts thee; Would you waste the pleasure of the summer season, If our summer's fleeting, surely that's a reason For laughing off the present, while laughing hours remain. T. HAYNES BAYLY. CCLXVII A LIFE IN THE COUNTRY "OH! a life in the country how joyous, So murmured the beautiful Harriet To the fondly affectionate Brown, As they rolled in the flame-coloured chariot Singing, "Oh, a life in the country how joyous, "I shall take a portfolio quite full Little Odes to the doves on the trees. |