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We found a heaven in every spot; Saw angels, too, in all good men ;
And dreamed of God in grove and grot.
In summer, when the days are long,
I see her not; but that old song
Alone I wander in the wood: But one fair spirit hears my sighs;
And half I see, so glad and good, The honest daylight of her eyes,
That charmed me under earlier skies.
In summer, when the days are long, I love her as we loved of old.
In summer, when the days are long.
While evening waned away
And the strong tides went out with weary
My heart is light, my step is strong; For love brings back those hours of For fortune's cruelty, for love's sure cross, For the wrecks of land and sea! But, however it came to thee, Thine, stranger, is life's last and heaviest
One spake, with quivering lip,
With all his household to the deep gone
But one had wilder woe,
Some talked of vanished gold,
Some spake of friends that were their
trust no more;
And one of a green grave,
That made him sit so lonely on the
But when their tales were done,
A stranger, seeming from all sorrow free:
And one upon the west
Turned an eye that would not rest, For far-off hills whereon its joys had
For a believing heart hath gone from me."
UPON the white sea-sand
WE ARE BRETHREN A'.
There sat a pilgrim band,
Telling the losses that their lives had A HAPPY bit hame this auld world would
If men, when they 're here, could make
An' ilk said to his neighbor, in cottage
"Alas!" these pilgrims said,
I ken na why ane wi' anither should fight, When to 'gree would make ae body cosie an' right,
When man meets wi' man, 't is the best way ava,
To say, "Gi'e me your hand, we are brethren a'."
There were who mourned their
With a most loving ruth,
For its brave hopes and memories ever And I maun drink water, while you may
My coat is a coarse ane, an' yours may be fine,
But we baith ha'e a leal heart, unspotted
Sae gi'e me your hand,
we are breth
RICHARD H. DANA.
The knave ye would scorn, the unfaithfu' | Save, where the bold, wild sea-bird makes deride;
shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam.
Ye would stand like a rock, wi' the truth
Sae would I, an' naught else would I