LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW.

I shall never more be stout, boys:
You may carry me to bed.
What are you about, boys?
The prayers are all said,
The fire's raked out, boys;
And Tommy's dead.

The stairs are too steep, boys,

You may carry me to the head ;

The night's dark and deep, boys,
Your mother's long in bed;

'Tis time to go to sleep, boys;
And Tommy's dead.

I'm not used to kiss, boys;

You may shake my hand instead.

All things go amiss, boys;

You may lay me where she is, boys,

And I'll rest my old head.

'Tis a poor world, this, boys;

And Tommy's dead.

SYDNEY DOBELL.

LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW.

My love he built me a bonny bower,
And clad it a' wi' lilye flour;
A brawer bower ye ne'er did see
Than my true love he built for me.

LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW.

There came a man, by middle day;
He spied his sport, and went away;
And brought the king that very night,
Who brake my bower, and slew my knight.

He slew my knight, to me sae dear;
He slew my knight, and poined his gear;
My servants all for life did flee,
And left me in extremitie.

I sewed his sheet, making my mane;
I watched the corpse, myself alane;
I watched his body, night and day;
No living creature came that way.

I took his body on my back,

And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat;
I digged a grave, and laid him in,
And happed him wi' the sod sae green.

But think na ye my heart was sair,
When I laid the moul' on his yellow hair?
O think na ye my heart was wae,
When I turned about, away to gae?

Nae living man I'll love again,
Since that my lovely knight is slain;
Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair
I'll chain my heart for evermair.

ANONYMOUS.

Exceeding peace had made Ben Atkem bold,

And to the presence

he said,

"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head and with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one," said Abou. "Way, not so" Replied the angel. Abou spoke

spoke more low,

But chearly still; and said, "I pray there then,
Write me as one, that lover his fellow men.

The angel wrote, and vanished. The wat

It came again,

with a

- great wakening light.

night

And shewd the names whom love of god kad blend,

And Co: Ben Alkim's name led all the rest

Leigh Hunt

ABOU BEN ADHEM.

ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,

"What writest thou?"-The vision raised its head,
And, with a look made of all sweet accord,

Answered- "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou; "Nay, not so,"

Replied the angel.-Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night

It came again, with a great wakening light,

And showed the names whom love of God had blessed; And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!

LEIGH HUNT.

DAY, in melting purple dying'
Blossoms, all around me sighing!
Fragrance, from the lilies straying!
Zephyr, with my ringlets playing!
Ye but waken my distress;

I am sick of loneliness.

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