"Stranger, I fled the home of grief, I'll hunt my quarry in the wild; The flower of love lies bleeding." lew; "Lang have I journeyed the world wide," A meek and reverend fere replied; "Baith night and day I have watched the fair Eident a thousand years and mair. I have watched o'er ilk degree, Never, since the banquet of time, As the spirits that sojourn in this countrye. I have brought her away frae the snares of men, They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair; Now shall it ken, what a woman may be! Many a lang year in sorrow and pain, Many a lang year through the world we 've gane, For it's they who nurice the immortal mind. We have watched their steps as the dawning shone, And deep in the greenwood walks alone; By lily bower and silken bed The viewless tears have o'er them shed; Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep, Or left the couch of love to weep. We have seen! we have seen! but the time must come, And the angels will weep at the day of doom! "O, would the fairest of mortal kind Aye keep the holy truths in mind, |