. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . cant help them all—1 give what I can. Ha, ha ! how tke sexton smiled, to be sure,To see the gold guinea fall into his plate ! Ha, ha! how the stingy mans heart waswrung,Perceiving his blunder, but just too late ! No matter, he said: in the Lords ac-count That guinea of gold is set down to lend to liim who give to the poor; It will not so bad an investment be. Na, na, mon, tlie chuckling sexton criedout: The Lord is na cheated—He kens thetwell;He knew it was only by accident T
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . cant help them all—1 give what I can. Ha, ha ! how tke sexton smiled, to be sure,To see the gold guinea fall into his plate ! Ha, ha! how the stingy mans heart waswrung,Perceiving his blunder, but just too late ! No matter, he said: in the Lords ac-count That guinea of gold is set down to lend to liim who give to the poor; It will not so bad an investment be. Na, na, mon, tlie chuckling sexton criedout: The Lord is na cheated—He kens thetwell;He knew it was only by accident That out o thy lingers the guinea fell: He keeps an account, na doubt, for thepuir:But in that account Hell set down totheeNa mair o that golden guinea, my the one bare penny ye meant to gie! Theres a comfort, too, in the little tale—A serious side as well as a joke ; A comfort for all the generous poor,In the comical words the sexton spoke; A comfort to think that the good Lord know*How generous we really desire to be, And will give us credit in his accountFor all the pennies we long to ^?^?^.- MY PLAYMATE. jjctforUi .rOIIN liioiii. She kissed the lijm of kith iiiid laid h<T hand in mine : What more <;ould jvnk tlie baHJiful boyWho fed her fathers kine? SHIBBOLETH. 58o She left us in the bloom of May: The constant years told oerTheir seasons with as sweet May morns, But she came back no more. I walk, with noiseless feet, the round Of uneventful years;Still oer and oer I sow the Spring And reap the Autumn ears. She lives where all the golden year Her summer roses blow ;The dusky children of the sun Before her come and go. There haply with her
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