CRADLE SONG. Seeking it ever with fresh delight, Cup of his life and couch of his rest? What does he think when her quick embrace Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell, With a tenderness she can never tell, Of all the birds, Words she has learned to murmur well? I can see the shadow creep JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND. 35 JEANIE MORRISON. I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west, But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'Twas then we twa did part; Sweet time sad time! twa bairns at scule, Twa bairns, and but ae heart! JEANIE MORRISON. "Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear ; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sittin' on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but O, mind ye how we hung our heads, We cleeked thegither hame? (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran off to speel the braes, The broomy braes o' June? My head rins round and round about, O mornin' life! O mornin' luve! 87 JEANIE MORRISON. The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The throssil whusslit in the wood, And we, with Nature's heart in tune, And on the knowe abune the burn For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, When freely gushed all feelings forth, Unsyllabled — unsung! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi' earliest thochts As ye hae been to me? O, tell me gin their music fills O, say gin e'er your heart grows grit 39 |