What art thou, Death? A subtle draught The lean wax fat, the little great, Whence art thou, Life? Is thy far home Whither no straining glance may come, And if on stated course they move; So planets, suns, and systems vast Or, art thou, Life, more heavenly still? In infinite division, till It may with dust of earth unite? And energize and shape and bring And long laborious pangs of birth? Till thou more stately homes and fair Save memories of our sad lot, Imperfect longings and blind strife, Dim memories, so far forgot, As dreams they'll be of other life. So well thou'lt build; in earth and sky Shall be quick ministers of joy And thou, in thy ascent the same Old Life, bequeathed from sire to son; New hands may bear the torch, the flame Is passed for aye unchanging on. Where art thou, Death? Is thy vast home, Or art thou, Death, more glorious thought, That long at various toil have wrought With lightsome tread and careless mien We dance upon the meadows near; We sing the simple songs we love ; Then cast, as stones, without a fear, Our boyish thoughts beyond, above, Inland, toward the flashing streams And there, deep glens, from base to crest, We climb and climb and onward press Not doubting of a full success, After long toil and varied pain. We stand upon the summit now, And clutch the fulness of delight, With gasping breath and heated brow And hands sore wounded in the fight. But all we feel is weariness, And all we see, the path beneath ; Is this the prize of our success, And all we long for, quiet death? A darker land before us falls In easy slopes unto the sea; A stronger voice beneath us calls; 'Descend, and hasten unto me." We see upon the waters dark The falling sails, a dark blue speck; We greet the signal to embark, And, fainting, swoon upon the deck. The anchor's up; heaven's breezes blow We know not where, we care not how, X OOR JOHNNIE. OH, Whaw is like oor Johnnie? Oh, Johnnie's broo is high and braade, An' Johnnie's e'e more sweetly beams An' Johnnie's tongue speeaks fair and trew, An' Johnnie tells na lee, An' Johnnie's heart's sa warm an' good, There's naan sa good as he. Oh, whaw's a tongue like Johnnie's? Oh, whaw's a heart sa bonnie? There is na heart, there is na tongue An' Johnnie's land is awl his awn, Oh, whaw is like oor Johnnie? Oh, whaw's a farm sa bonnie? |