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There is no light in earth or heaven,
Is it the tender star of love?
The star of love and dreams? Oh no! from that blue tent above A hero's armour gleams.
And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
The shield of that red star.
O star of strength! I see thee stand
Thou beckonest with thy mailèd hand, And I am strong again.
Within my heart there is no light,
The star of the unconquer'd will,
And calm, and self-possess'd.
And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,
Oh, fear not in a world like this,
THERE'S AYE SOMETHING BETTER
IN the battle o' life when new troubles oppress,
When the weel-hoarded shillings are fast growin' less,
We maunna sit doun at the brink o' despair,
But gaze through the cloud that hangs o'er us, And maybe, wha kens, we shall see written there, "There's aye something better before us."
Although o' ae e'enin' o' happiness we
We maunna indulge in the yaumerer's sin,
When castles we build on the houp o' guid health, Aft lameness or sickness deceive us ;
And aften o' wark, aye the chief source o' wealth, The word o' a maister bereave us;
Sair, sair is the grief sic disasters may bring,
E'en though our kind neebours deplore us; But sorrow leans lightly on hearts that can sing, "There's aye something better before us."
Ye great, wha puir Labour can grind at your will, Uncheck'd by a conscience within ye,
I warn ye, defiant we look on ye still,
And free as the lark soar aboon ye.
In vain the north blast o' your anger may blaw,
WRITTEN IN WHICHWOOD FOREST.
THE hinds how blest, who ne'er beguiled
When morning's twilight-tinctured beam Strikes their low thatch with slanting gleam, They rove abroad in ether blue,
To dip the scythe in fragrant dew:
Midst gloomy glades, in warbles clear,
In their lone haunts, and woodland rounds,
For them the moon with cloudless ray
No riot mars the simple fare
That o'er a glimmering hearth they share;
Their little sons, who spread the bloom
Or hasten from the sultry hill
To loiter at the shady rill;
Their humble porch with honied flowers
THOMAS WHARTON, 1728-1790.