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Look but at the gardener's pride-
Roses, Lilies, side by side,
By the heart of Man, his tears,
Thus then, each to other dear,
Let them all in quiet lie,
Andrew there, and Susan here,
Neighbours in mortality.
And, should I live through sun and rain
Seven widowed years without my Jane,
O Sexton, do not then remove her,
WHO fancied what a pretty sight
Was it the humour of a Child?
Whose brows, the day that she was styled
To each or all might well belong :
It is the Spirit of Paradise
That prompts such work, a Spirit strong, That gives to all the self-same bent
Where life is wise and innocent.
THE WANDERING JEW.
THOUGH the torrents from their fountains
Though, as if with eagle pinion,
If on windy days the Raven
Though the Sea-horse in the ocean Own no dear domestic cave;
Yet he slumbers without motion
On the calm and silent wave.
Day and night my toils redouble! Never nearer to the goal;
Never never does the trouble
Of the Wanderer leave my soul.
SEVEN SISTERS ;
SOLITUDE OF BINNORIE.
SEVEN Daughters had Lord Archibald,
I could not say in one short day
He loved the Wars so well.
Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,