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Protected industry beneath thy reign To public plenty, private ease diLeads all the virtues in her filial

train;

Courageous Probity, with browserene;
And Temperance calm presents her
placid mien;

Contentment,
Art,
Mould the new man and humanize
his heart;

Moderation, Labor,

lates,

Domestic peace, to harmony of states.
Protected Industry, careering far,
Detects the cause, and cures the rage
of war,

And sweeps, with forceful arm, to
their last graves,

Kings from the earth and pirates from the waves.

LADY ANNE BARNARD.

AULD ROBIN GRAY.

WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, when the cows come hame,
When a' the weary warld to quiet rest are gane;

The woes of my heart fa' in showers frae my ee,
Unkenned by my gudeman who soundly sleeps by me.

Young Jamie loo'd me weel, and sought me for his bride,
But, saving ae crown piece, he'd naething else beside.
To make the crown a pound, my Jamie gaed to sea;
And the crown and the pound, O they were baith for me!

Before he had been gane a twelvemonth and a day,
My father brak his arm, our cow was stown away;
My mother she fell sick - my Jamie was at sea-
And Auld Robin Gray, O! he came a-courting me.

My father cou'dna work- my mother cou'dna spin;
I toiled day and night, but their bread I cou'dna win;
Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in his ee,
Said, "Jenny, O! for their sakes, will you marry me !"

My heart it said na, and I looked for Jamie back;
But hard blew the winds, and his ship was a wrack;
His ship it was a wrack! Why didna Jamie dee?
Or, wherefore am I spared to cry out, Wae is me!

My father argued sair- my mother didna speak,
But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break;
They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea;
And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me.

I hadna been his wife, a week but only four,
When, mournfu' as I sat on the stane at my door,
I saw my Jamie's ghaist-I cou'dna think it he,

Till he said, "I'm come hame, my love, to marry thee!"

O sair, sair did we greet, and mickle say of a';
Ae kiss we took, na mair― I bade him gang awa.
I wish that I were dead, but I'm nae like to dee;
For O, I am but young to cry out, Wae is me!

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broken and blind,

But their ears only hear mighty melodies ringing,

And their souls never know 'tis my angel there singing,

That the grand organ-angel awakes in his cell

Under my spell.

There in the midst of the wandering pipes,

Far from the gleaming keys,

Yet my spirit drinks youth from And the organ-front with its gilded

the treasure we hold,

Richer than gold.

stripes,

My glorious angel lies sleeping at

ease.

Princes below me, lips wet from the And the hand of a stranger may beat

wine,

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at his gate,

And the ear of a stranger may listen

and wait,

But he only cries in his pain for these,

Witless to please.

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Time from her form hath ta'en away
But little of its grace;
His touch of thought hath dignified
The beauty of her face.
Yet she might mingle in the dance
Where maidens gayly trip,
So bright is still her hazel eye,
So beautiful her lip.

The faded form is often mark'd
By sorrow more than years,-
The wrinkle on the cheek may be
The course of secret tears;
The mournful lip may murmur of
A love it ne'er confess'd,
And the dimness of the eye betray
A heart that cannot rest.

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A sense of slight of loneliness
Hath never banish'd sleep:
Her life hath been a cloudless one;
Then wherefore doth she weep?

She look'd upon her raven locks,-
What thoughts did they recall?
Oh! not of nights when they were
deck'd

For banquet or for ball; They brought back thoughts of early youth,

Ere she had learn'd to check, With artificial wreaths, the curls

That sported o'er her neck.

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