AN AUTUMN WIND

But show me the thistle that waves his proud head

O'er heroes whose blood for their country was shed.

For old Scotland, I love thee! etc.

Then tell me of bards and of warriors bold, Who wielded their brands in the battles of

old,

Who conquer'd and died for their loved native land,

With its maidens so fair, and its mountains so grand!

For old Scotland, I love thee! etc.

CXXIII

AN AUTUMN WIND

(GEORGE MACDONALD, LL.D.)

THE autumn winds are sighing
Over land and sea;

The autumn woods are dying

Over hill and lee;

And my heart is sighing, dying,
Maiden, for thee.

THE MAIDEN FAIR

The autumn clouds are flying
Harmless over me;

The homeless birds are crying
In the naked tree;

And my heart is flying, crying,
Maiden, to thee.

My cries may turn to gladness,
And my flying flee;

My sighs may lose the sadness,
Yet sigh on in me;

All my sadness, all my gladness,
Maiden, rest in thee.

CXXIV

THE MAIDEN FAIR

(JOHN WRIGHT)

THE moon hung o'er the gay greenwood,
The greenwood o'er the mossy stream,
That roll'd in rapture's wildest mood,
And flutter'd in the fairy beam.
Through light clouds flash'd the fitful gleam
O'er hill and dell,-all Nature lay
Wrapp'd in enchantment, like the dream

Of her that charm'd my homeward way!

FARE THEE WEEL

Long had I mark'd thee, maiden fair! And drunk of bliss from thy dark eye, And still, to feed my fond despair,

Bless'd thy approach, and, passing by, I turn'd me round to gaze and sigh, In worship wild, and wish'd thee mine, On that fair breast to live and die, O'erpowered with transport so divine!

Still sacred be that hour to love,
And dear the season of its birth,
And fair the glade, and green the grove,
Its bowers ne'er droop in wintry dearth
Of melody and woodland mirth!

The hour, the spot, so dear to me! That wean'd my soul from all on earth, To be for ever bless'd in thee.

CXXV

FARE THEE WEEL

(GEORGE MENZIES)

FARE thee weel, my bonnie lassie;
Fare thee weel for ever, Jessie!

Though I ne'er again may meet thee,
Tell na me that I'll forget thee.

BLINK OVER THE BURN, SWEET BETTY

By yon starry heavens I vow it!
By my love!-(I may na rue it)-
By this hour in which we sever!
I will love but thee for ever.

Should the hand of death arrest me,
Think my latest prayer hath blest thee;
As the parting pang draws nearer,
I will love thee aye the dearer.

Still my bosom's love I'll cherish-
'Tis a spark that winna perish;
Though I ne'er again may meet thee,
Tell na me that I'll forget thee.

CXXVI

BLINK OVER THE BURN,

BETTY

(WILLIAM GLEN)

SWEET

BLINK Over the burn, sweet Betty,
Blink over the burn to me;
Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,
An' I'll gang alang wi' thee;
Though father and mither forbade it,
Forbidden I wadna be;

Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,

An' I'll gang alang wi' thee.

BLINK OVER THE BURN, SWEET BETTY

The cheek o' my love's like the rosebud,
Blushing red wi' the mornin' dew,
Her hair's o' the loveliest auburn,
Her ee's o' the bonniest blue;

Her lips are like threads o' the scarlet,
Disclosing a pearly row;

Her high-swelling, love-heaving bosom
Is white as the mountain snow.

But it isna her beauty that hauds me,
A glitterin' chain winna lang bind;
'Tis her heavenly seraph-like sweetness,

An' the graces adornin' her mind;
She's dear to my soul as the sunbeam

Is dear to the summer's morn,

An' she says, though her father forbade it, She'll ne'er break the vows she has sworn.

Her father's a canker'd auld carle,

He swears he will ne'er gi'e consent; Such carles should never get daughters, Unless they can mak' them content; But she says, though her father forbade it, Forbidden she winna be;

Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,

An' I'll gang along wi' thee.