. Homespun verses . ownBeneath a cover purely whiteOf flakes that glimmer in their flightLike crystals from celestial stars,Set free mid planetary jars. In myriad numbers too they fall,Some very large,—some very small,—But each distinct from all the rest,With its own character impressed,Like human things they hurry past,And lodge with Mother Earth at last. Sparrows and rabbits go ancient landmarks all away—Deeply concealed—they know not where-By snow that still loads earth and air,Till een the stream they knew so wellSeems but a pathway through the dell. The forest trees that thic
. Homespun verses . ownBeneath a cover purely whiteOf flakes that glimmer in their flightLike crystals from celestial stars,Set free mid planetary jars. In myriad numbers too they fall,Some very large,—some very small,—But each distinct from all the rest,With its own character impressed,Like human things they hurry past,And lodge with Mother Earth at last. Sparrows and rabbits go ancient landmarks all away—Deeply concealed—they know not where-By snow that still loads earth and air,Till een the stream they knew so wellSeems but a pathway through the dell. The forest trees that thickly growAre beautifully clad with snow,No longer standing gaunt and bareWith arms upraised as though in prayerFor leaves to come,—the downy fallIn splendid robes enwraps them all. \W HOMESPUN VERSES. 2? Though icy cold the snow-drops swarm,Yet all the frozen soil they warm;The carpet that they deftly spreadFor frosty Winters heavy treadSaves feeble life and makes it whole,—As pure religion does the 28 HOMESPUN VERSES. If)er of l8f6. cDVae Lowland mead, frae Highland moor,Frae lonely craig, frae lochs still shore,Frae bristling rocks where billows roarAn salt spray blaws aboot;Frae peacefu stream, frae stormy firth,Frae busy toon, frae shieling hearth,—Ay,-Aiblins were yere place obirthThe wicked warld withoot,Yell find no rude distinctions here,But ilka mons a trusty fierAn welcome to our canty cheerLike lads o Auld Lang Syne,If but his soul wi ardor burnsAs to the land o Cakes he turnsAn greets a bit oer Hobby Burns,Auld Scotias Bard Divine. Frae Scottish ports, on ilka side, Braw lads gang forth on ilka tide To destinations far an wide Scattered aboon the earth; Some spread the Gospel tidings far, J» Some lead the lave in bluidy war Some deal wi heathen folk afar An get their moneys worth, An be their bags wi siller stored \ Or hae they gowd in mony a hoard Or be their saftest bed a board \ Their coverlet the sky, v This nicht true Scots, whe
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