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" As I cam in by Glasgow town,
The Highland troops were a' before me,
And the bonniest lass that eer I saw,
She lives in Glasgow, they ca her Peggie.

" I wad gie my bonnie black horse,
So wad I my gude grey naigie,
If I were twa hundred miles in the north,
And nane wi me but my bonnie Peggie."

Up then spak her father dear,
Dear wow! but he was wondrous sorrie;
" Weel may ye steal a cow or a yowe,
But ye dare nae steal my bonnie Peggie."

Up then spak her mother dear,

In the dense scopes
Jupiter progenitor,
perfumed a Christian,
fishes in the reefs
with ancient weights
or sometimes wanders
an apocryphal white goat.

And Hrothgar the wandering scop,
heartrover among your fathers,
sails the North Sea
with a load of deerhides
and bird feathers
and two thousand tods
of whalebone for the Danes.

And Saracen physicians
under a pecan tree
discuss the heart.

These unconnected images no doubt
once represented agents

As honey in wine / wine, honey
Alexis in Cleobulus
Cleobulus in Alexis
sweet-haired & lovely each
as he with whom the other
mingles . . . product
of such two entwined
potent
as vineyards of deathless Cypris.

Jesus, almighty King of Blis,
Assumpsit carnem virgine.

As Holy Kirke makes mind,
Intravit ventris thalamum,
Fro Heven to erthe, to save monkind,
Pater misit Filium.

Of Mary milde Christe wolde be borne,
Sine virili semine,
To save monkind that was forlorne
Prime parentis crimine.

To Mary come a messenger,
Ferens salutem homini:
She answerd him with milde chere,
‘Ecce ancilla Domini.’

Mekely on thee the Holy Ghoste
Palacium intrans uteri:
Of all thing meknes is moste

And though in tinsel chain and popcorn rope
My tree, a captive in your window bay,
Has lost its footing on my mountain slope
And lost the stars of heaven, may, oh, may
The symbol star it lifts against your ceiling
Help me accept its fate with Christmas feeling.

1. As flows the rapid river, With channel broad and free,
2. As moons are ever waning, As hastes the sun away,
Its waters rippling ever, And hasting to the sea,
As storm and winds, complaining, Bring on the wintry day,
So life is onward flowing, And days of offered peace,
So fast the night comes o'er us, The darkness of the grave;
And man is swiftly going Where calls of mercy cease.
And death is just before us; God takes the life he gave.

3. Say, hath thy heart its treasure
Laid up in worlds above?
And is it all thy pleasure

As down the torrent of an angry flood
An earthen pot and a brass kettle flowed,
The heavy caldron sinking, and distressed
By its own weight, and the fierce waves oppressed,
Slyly bespoke the lighter vessel's aid,
And to the earthen pitcher friendly said,
" Come, brother, why should we divided lose
The strength of union and ourselves expose
To the insults of this poor, paltry stream,
Which with united forces we can stem?
Though different, heretofore, have been our parts,
The common danger reconciles our hearts.

As down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread
From war's dread confusion I pensively strayed,
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired
The winds hushed their murmurs, the thunders expired;
Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along
A voice as of angels, enchantingly sung,
A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies.

Fair science her gate to thy sons shall unbar,
And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star.

As doth his heart who travels far from home
Leap up whenever he by chance doth see
One from his mother-country lately come,
Friend from my home — thus do I welcome thee.
Thou art so late arrived that I the tale
Of thy high lineage on thy brow can trace,
And almost feel the breath of that soft gale
That wafted thee unto this desert place,
And half can hear those ravishing sounds that flowed
From out Heaven's gate when it was oped for thee,
That thou awhile mightst leave thy bright abode
Amid these lone and desolate tracks to be

A TALE.

A S Dolly and her fav'rite Swain
Were interrupted by the Rain,
From tedding out the fragrant Hay;
Beneath a shelt'ring Cock they lay:
When thus the lovely, longing Jade,
Unto the drowzy Shepherd said,
Nay, prithee Lobby , why so sleepy?
Indeed — upon my Word I'll nip ye. — —
How pretty might we sit, and chat,
Tell o'er old Stories, and all that. —
But you — O L — d, the careless Beast!
As if Folks lie down to take Rest.
Lob , half asleep, made no Replies,
Or answer'd with a Grunt her Sighs.