THE MORNING-GLORY.

We never thought to see her droop
Her fair and noble head,

Till she lay stretched before our eyes:
Wilted, and cold, and dead!

The morning-glory's blossoming

Will soon be coming round;

We see their rows of heart-shaped leaves
Upspringing from the ground;
The tender things the Winter killed
Renew again their birth.

But the glory of our morning

Has passed away from earth.

O Earth! in vain our aching eyes
Stretch over thy green plain!

Too harsh thy dews, too gross thine air,

Her spirit to sustain!

But up in groves of Paradise

Full surely we shall see

Our morning-glory beautiful

Twine round our dear Lord's knee.

MARIA WHITE LOWELL

EDWARD, EDWARD.

I thought that morning cloud was blest,
It moved so sweetly to the west.

I saw two summer currents

Flow smoothly to their meeting,

And join their course with silent force,

In peace each other greeting;

Calm was their course through banks of green,
While dimpling eddies played between.

Such be your gentle motion,

Till life's last pulse shall beat;

Like Summer's beam, and Summer's stream,

Float on in joy, to meet

A calmer sea, where storms shall cease,

A purer sky, where all is peace.

JOHN GARDNER CALKINS BRAINARD.

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EDWARD, EDWARD.

QUHY dois zour brand sae drap wi' bluid,

Edward, Edward?

Quhy dois zour brand sae drap wi' bluid,

And quhy sae sad gang zee O?"

“O I hae killed my hauke sae guid,

Mither, mither:

OI hae killed my hauke sae guid,

And I had nae mair bot hee O."

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OI hae killed my reid-roan steid,
That was sae fair and free O."

Edward, Edward :

Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair

Sum other dule ze drie 0."

"And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that,

Edward, Edward?

Quhatten penance wul ze drie for that?

My deir son, now tell mee O."

Mither, mither:

"Ile set my feit in zonder boat,

Ile set my feit in zonder boat,

And Ile fare ovir the sea O."

"And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha’,

Edward, Edward?

And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha',
That were sae fair to see O?"

"Ile let tham stand til they doun fa';

Mither, mither:

Ile let tham stand til they doun fa',

For here nevir mair maun I bee O.”

"And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife,
Edward, Edward?

And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife,
Quhan ze gang ovir the sea O?"

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