Forget him he will not forget,

But strive to live and testify

But gin ye lo'ed me as I lo'e you, I wad ring my ain deid knell;

But gin ye lo'ed me ever sae sma',
For the sake o' my bonnie dame,
Whan I cam' to life, as she gaed awa',
I could bide my body and name,

I micht bide by mysel' the weary same;
Aye setting up its heid

Till I turn frae the claes that cover my frame,

As gin they war roun' the deid.

O lassie ayont the hill, etc.

through

Wi' the shine o' yer sunny sel',
By the licht aneath yer broo,

I wad dee to mysel', and ring my bell,
And only live in you.

O lassie ayont the hill!
Come ower the tap o' the hill,
Or roun' the neuk o' the hill,
For I want ye sair the nicht,
I'm needin' ye sair the nicht,
For I'm tired and sick o' mysel',
A body's sel''s the sairest weicht,-
O lassie, come ower the hill !

HYMN FOR THE MOTHER.

My child is lying on my knees;

The signs of heaven she reads; My face is all the heaven she sees, Is all the heaven she needs.

And she is well, yea, bathed in bliss,
If heaven is in my face,-
Behind it is all tenderness

And truthfulness and grace.

I mean her well so earnestly, Unchanged in changing mood; My life would go without a sigh To bring her something good.

I also am a child, and I
Am ignorant and weak;
I gaze upon the starry sky,
And then I must not speak;

For all behind the starry sky,
Behind the world so broad,
Behind men's hearts and souls doth lie
The Infinite of God.

Ay, true to her, though troubled sore,
I cannot choose but be:
Thou who art peace forevermore
Art very true to me.

If I am low and sinful, bring
More love where need is rife;
Thou knowest what an awful thing

It is to be a life.