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Forget him he will not forget,
But strive to live and testify
Thy goodness, when earth's sun has set, Mysel' wad vanish, shot through and And Time itself rolled by.
But gin ye lo'ed me as I lo'e you, I wad ring my ain deid knell;
But gin ye lo'ed me ever sae sma',
I micht bide by mysel' the weary same;
Till I turn frae the claes that cover my frame,
As gin they war roun' the deid.
O lassie ayont the hill, etc.
Wi' the shine o' yer sunny sel',
I wad dee to mysel', and ring my bell,
O lassie ayont the hill!
HYMN FOR THE MOTHER.
My child is lying on my knees;
The signs of heaven she reads; My face is all the heaven she sees, Is all the heaven she needs.
And she is well, yea, bathed in bliss,
And truthfulness and grace.
I mean her well so earnestly, Unchanged in changing mood; My life would go without a sigh To bring her something good.
I also am a child, and I
For all behind the starry sky,
Ay, true to her, though troubled sore,
If I am low and sinful, bring
It is to be a life.