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 streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim.

Over the rainbow's rim,

Musical cherub, soar, singing, away;
Then with 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 desart with thee!

CLASS SECOND.

Love Songs.

171

LOVE SONGS.

BONNY MARY.

WHERE Scaur rins whimpling 'mang the rocks,
And wheels and boils in mony a linn,
A brisk young shepherd fed his flocks,
Unus'd to guile, to strife, or din :
But love its silken net had thrown
Around his breast so brisk and airy;
And his blue eyes wi' moisture shone,
As thus he sung of Bonny Mary.

When o'er the Lowther's haughty head
The morning breaks in streaks sae bonny
I climb the mountain's lonely side.
For quiet rest I get na ony.

How sweet the brow on yon hill cheek!
Where mony a weary hour I tarry;

For there I see the twisted reek

Rise frae the cot where dwells my Mary.

Oft has the lark sung o'er my head,
And shook the dew-draps frae her wing:
Oft hae my flocks forgot to feed,

And round their shepherd form'd a ring Their looks condole the lee-lang day, While mine are fix'd and canna vary: Oft hae they listen'd to my lay

Of faith and love to Bonny Mary.

When Phoebus mounts frae Crawford-muir, His gowden locks a' streaming gaily; When morn has breath'd its fragrance pure, And life and joy rings through the valley; I drive my flocks to yonder brook,

The feeble in my arms I carry; Then every lammie's harmless look Brings to my mind my Bonny Mary.

When gloamin' o'er the welkin steals,
And haps the hills in sober gray;
And bitterns, in their airy wheels,
Amuse the wanderer on his way;
Regardless of the wind and rain,

With cautious step and prospect wary,
I often trace the lonely glen

To get a sight of Bonny Mary.

When midnight draws her curtain deep,

And lays the breeze amang the bushes,