The auld Scotch mither, and other poems, in the dialect of Burns . er fathers spent ilk Lords day at his weel she kenned it was a struggle sore I THE lords day eeNEN AT THE MANSE. 125 Her brithers beuks and claetliin to provide ;For this, fu glad, she laid her weekly pay aside. The nestlin bairns, the eenen service oer,To kiss ilk ane gudenight aroun w^ere sent,An pattered soon upon the chamber nursery ^angs and childhood murmurs blent;Until, at last, their pent-up forces spent,They lay fast locked in restfu slumbers sweet,Forgettin ilk the Strang, determi
The auld Scotch mither, and other poems, in the dialect of Burns . er fathers spent ilk Lords day at his weel she kenned it was a struggle sore I THE lords day eeNEN AT THE MANSE. 125 Her brithers beuks and claetliin to provide ;For this, fu glad, she laid her weekly pay aside. The nestlin bairns, the eenen service oer,To kiss ilk ane gudenight aroun w^ere sent,An pattered soon upon the chamber nursery ^angs and childhood murmurs blent;Until, at last, their pent-up forces spent,They lay fast locked in restfu slumbers sweet,Forgettin ilk the Strang, determined quest of whilk they a wad guide their soon as Mondays dawn their wakin ee should Nor this the only house where incense rose;God had an altar in ilk happy hame ;Nor did each different circle seek repose,Until a gratefu the sameKindlit anew the sacrificial flame,That glows in spirits humble and contrite ;Chastening the heart to reverential entering thus the portals o the night,Thankfu it was still day in Gods clear sight. I.
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