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Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land, I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
Though a friend I am never to see.
How fleet is a glance of the mind;
Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there; But alas ! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest,
And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place,
And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even aflliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.
70.—THE KITTEN AND FALLING
See the kitten on the wall,
Through the calm and frosty air
Of this morning bright and fair,
Eddying round and round they sink
Softly, slowly: one might think
From the motions that they made,
Every little leaf conveyed
Sylph or Fairy hither tending,
To this lower world descending,
Each invisible and mute,
In his wavering parachute.
Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!
First at one, and then its fellow,
Just as light and just as yellow;
There are many now—now one—
Now they stop and there are none:
What intenseness of desire
In her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half-way
Now she meets the coming prey,
Lets it go as fast, and then
Has it in ber power again:
Now she works with three or four,
Like an Indian conjuror;
Quick as he in feats of art,
Far beyond in joy of heart.
Were her antics played in the eye
Of a thousand standers by,
Clapping hands with shouts and stare,
What would little Tabby care
For the plaudits of the crowd?
Over happy to be proud,
Over wealthy in the treasure
Of her own exceeding pleasure!
71.—WITHIN KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL,
72.— THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE
A Nightingale, that all day long
Did you admire my lamp, quoth he,
73.—INCIDENT; CHARACTERISTIC OF A
Goes to learn how all things fare;
Sheep and cattle eyes with care;
See a hare before him started;
Off they fly in earnest chase;
All the four are in the race!
Deep the river was and crusted
But the nimble hare hath trusted
To the ice, and safely crost;
See them cleaving to the sport!
Little Music, she stops short. She hath neither wish nor heart, Hers is now another part: A loving creature she, and brave! And fondly strives her struggling friend to save.
From the brink her paws she stretches,
Very hands as you would say! And afflicting moans she fetches,
As he breaks the ice away. For herself she hath no fears,— Him alone she sees and hears,— Makes efforts with complaining; nor gives o'er, Until her fellow sinks to re-appear no more.
74.—THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE
And are ye sure he's weel?
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
When our gudeman's awa'.