ETERNAL Time, that wastest without waste,
That art and art not! diest, and livest still;
Most slow of all; and yet of greatest haste;
Both ill and good; and neither good nor ill:
How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise?

Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days.
Both free and scarce, thou giv'st and takʼst again;
Thy womb that all doth breed, is tomb to all;
What so by thee hath life, by thee is slain ;
From thee do all things rise, by thee they fall!
Constant, inconstant, moving, standing still;
Was, Is, Shall Bee, do thee both breed and kill!

I lose thee, while I seek to find thee out;
The farther off, the more I follow thee;
The faster hold, the greater cause of doubt!
Was, Is, I know; but Shall I cannot see.
All things by thee are measured; thou, by none :
All are in thee! Thou, in thyself alone!

I SAW my lady weep,

And sorrow proud to be advanced so

In those fair eyes, where all perfections keep.

Her face was full of woe,

But such a woe, believe me, as wins more hearts
Than mirth can do with her enticing parts.

Sorrow was there made fair,

And passion wise! Tears, a delightful thing,
Silence, beyond all speech a wisdom rare!
She made her sighs to sing ;

And all things with so sweet a sadness move,

As made my heart at once both grieve and love.

Oh fairer than aught else

The world can show! Leave off in time to grieve,
Enough, enough! your joyful look excels,

Tears kill the heart, believe.

Oh, strive not to be excellent in woe,

Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.

(1600)

1130. HELEN OF KIRCONNELL

I WISH I were where Helen lies;
Night and day on me she cries;
O that I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirconnell lea!

Curst be the heart that thought the thought,
And curst the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died to succour me!

O think na ye my heart was sair

When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair!
There did she swoon wi' meikle care
On fair Kirconnell lea.

As I went down the water-side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair Kirconnell lea;

I lighted down my sword to draw,
I hacked him in pieces sma',
I hacked him in pieces sma',

For her sake that died for me.
O Helen fair, beyond compare!
I'll make a garland of thy hair
Shall bind my heart for evermair
Until the day I die.

O that I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
Out of my bed she bids me rise,

Says, Haste and come to me!

O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
If I were with thee, I were blest,
Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
On fair Kirconnell lea.

I wish my grave were growing green,
A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,
And I in Helen's arms lying,

On fair Kirconnell lea.

I wish I were where Helen lies;
Night and day on me she cries;
And I am weary of the skies,

For her sake that died for me.

(SCOTT's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.)

1131. THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM

JERUSALEM, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an
end?

Thy joys when shall I see?

O happy harbour of the saints !
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.

In thee no sickness may be seen,
No hurt, no ache, no sore;
There is no death, nor ugly devil,
There is life for evermore.

No dampish mist is seen in thee

No cold, nor darksome night; There every soul shines as the

We that are here in banishment
Continually do mourn;

We sigh and sob, we weep and
wail;

Perpetually we groan.

Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall;
Our pleasure is but pain;
Our joys scarce last the looking on;
Our sorrows still remain.

But there they live in such delight,

Such pleasure and such play,
As that to them a thousand years
Doth seem as yesterday.

Thy vineyards and thy orchards are
Most beautiful and fair;
Full furnished with trees and fruits
Most wonderful and rare.

Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green;

There grow such sweet and pleas-
ant flowers

As nowhere else are seen.

There's nectar and ambrosia made;

There's musk and civet sweet; There many a fair and dainty drug Are trodden under feet.

There David stands, with harp in hand

As master of the quire; Ten thousand times that man were blest

That might this music hear!

Our Lady sings Magnificat

With tune surpassing sweet,
And all the virgins bear their parts,
Sitting about her feet.

Te Deum doth St. Ambrose sing;
St. Austin doth the like;

Old Simeon and Zacharie

Have not their songs to seek.

There Magdalene hath left her Jerusalem, my happy home,

moan,

And cheerfully doth sing
With blessed saints, whose harmony
In every street doth ring.

Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end,

Thy joys that I might see! (F. B. P. 16th cent.)

1132. THE CANADIAN BOAT SONG

LISTEN to me, as when ye heard our father
Sing long ago the song of other shores-
Listen to me, and then in chorus gather
All your deep voices as ye pull your oars :

Fair these broad meads-these hoary woods are grand ;
But we are exiles from our fathers' land.

From the lone shieling of the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas-
Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we in dreams behold the Hebrides:

Fair these broad meads, &c.

We ne'er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley,

Where 'tween the dark hills creeps the small clear stream, In arms around the patriarch banner rally,

Nor see the moon on royal tombstones gleam.:

Fair these broad meads, &c.

When the bold kindred, in the time long-vanished,
Conquered the soil and fortified the keep,-
No seer foretold the children would be banished,
That a degenerate Lord might boast his sheep:
Fair these broad meads, &c.

Come foreign rage-let Discord burst in slaughter!
O then for clansmen true, and stern claymore-
The hearts that would have given their blood like water,
Beat heavily beyond the Atlantic_roar :

Fair these broad meads-these hoary woods are grand ;
But we are exiles from our fathers' land.

(18-, ? J. WILSON.)

1133. LOVE IN THY YOUTH, FAIR MAID

LOVE in thy youth, fair maid, be wise,
Old Time will make thee colder,

And though each morning new arise,
Yet we each day grow older.