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When hymns of other worlds she sung
In ecstasy of sweet devotion,

O, then the glen was all in motion!
The wild beasts of the forest came,

Broke from their bughts" and faulds the tame,
And goved" around, charm'd and amazed;
Even the dull cattle croon'd and gazed,
And murmur'd and look'd with anxious pain
For something the mystery to explain.
The buzzard came with the throstle-cock;
The corby" left her houf in the rock;
The blackbird alang wi' the eagle flew;
The hind came tripping o'er the dew;
The wolf and the kid their raike began,

And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran;
The hawk and the hern attour" them hung,

And the merle and the mavis forhooy'd" their young;
And all in a peaceful ring were hurl'd;

It was like an Eve in a sinless world!

When a month and a day had come and gane,
Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene;

There laid her down on the leaves sae green,
And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.
But O, the words that fell from her mouth
Were words of wonder, and words of truth!
But all the land were in fear and dread,

For they kendna whether she was living or dead.
It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain;
She left this world of sorrow and pain,
And return'd to the land of thought again.

WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME

COME all ye jolly shepherds,
That whistle through the glen,

I'll tell ye of a secret

That courtiers dinna ken:

What is the greatest bliss

That the tongue o' man can name? 'Tis to woo a bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame. When the kye comes hame,

When the kye comes hame,

'Tween the gloaming an' the mirk

When the kye comes hame.

'Tis not beneath the coronet,
Nor canopy of state,
'Tis not on couch of velvet,
Nor arbour of the great-
'Tis beneath the spreading birk,
In the glen without the name,
Wi' a bonny, bonny lassie,
When the kye comes hame.

There the blackbird bigs his nest
For the mate he loes to see,
And on the topmost bough,

O, a happy bird is he;
Where he pours his melting ditty,
And love is a' the theme,
And he'll woo his bonny lassie
When the kye comes hame.

When the blewart bears a pearl,
And the daisy turns a pea,
And the bonny lucken gowan
Has fauldit up her e'e,

Then the laverock frae the blue lift

Drops down, an' thinks nae shame

To woo his bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame.

See yonder pawkie shepherd,
That lingers on the hill,
His ewes are in the fauld,

An' his lambs are lying still;

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Yet he downa gang to bed,
For his heart is in a flame,
To meet his bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame.

When the little wee bit heart
Rises high in the breast,
An' the little wee bit starn
Rises red in the east,
O there's a joy sae dear,

That the heart can hardly frame,

Wi' a bonny, bonny lassie,

When the kye comes hame!

Then since all nature joins
In this love without alloy,
O, wha wad prove a traitor
To Nature's dearest joy?
Or wha wad choose a crown,
Wi' its perils and its fame,
And miss his bonny lassie
When the kye comes hame?

When the kye comes hame,
When the kye comes hame,
'Tween the gloaming and the mirk,
When the kye comes hame.

THE SKYLARK

BIRD of the wilderness,

Blythesome and cumberless,

Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea!
Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place

O to abide in the desert with thee!

Wild is thy lay and loud,

Far in the downy cloud,

Love gives it energy, love gave it birth.

Where, on thy dewy wing,
Where art thou journeying?

Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.

O'er fell and fountain sheen,

O'er moor and mountain green,

O'er the red steamer that heralds the day,
Over the cloudlet dim,

Over the rainbow's rim,

Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!

Then, when the gloaming comes,

Low in the heather blooms,

Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!
Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place

O to abide in the desert with thee!

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LOCK THE DOOR, LARISTON

Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddisdale,
Lock the door, Lariston, Lowther come on,
The Armstrongs are flying,

The widows are crying,

The Castletown's burning, and Oliver's gone!

Lock the door, Lariston.-high on the weather-gleam,
See how the Saxon plumes bob on the sky,-

Yeoman and carbinier,

Bilman and halberdier;

Fierce is the foray, and far is the cry.

Bewcastle brandishes high his broad scimitar;
Ridley is riding his fleet-footed grey;

Hidley and Howard there,

Wandale and Windermere,

Lock the door, Lariston; hold them at bay.

Why dost thou smile, noble Elliot of Lariston?
Why do the joy-candles gleam in thine eye?
Thou bold Border ranger,

Beware of thy danger;

Thy foes are relentless, determined, and nigh.

Jock Elliot raised up his steel bonnet and lookit, His hand grasped the sword with a nervous embrace; 'Ah, welcome, brave foemen,

On earth there are no men

More gallant to meet in the foray or chase!

'Little know you of the hearts I have hidden here; Little know you of our moss-troopers' might

Lindhope and Sorbie true, Sundhope and Milburn too, Gentle in manner, but lions in fight!

'I've Mangerton, Ogilvie, Raeburn, and Netherbie, Old Sim of Whitram, and all his array;

Come, all Northumberland,

Teesdale and Cumberland,

Here at the Breaken tower end shall the fray.'

Scowl'd the broad sun o'er the links of green Liddisdale, Red as the beacon-light tipp'd he the wold;

Many a bold martial eye,

Mirror'd that morning sky,

Never more oped on his orbit of gold!

Shrill was the bugle's note! dreadful the warriors'

shout!

Lances and halberds in splinters were borne;

Helmet and hauberk then

Braved the claymore in vain,

Buckler and armlet in shivers were shorn.