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Page xii - Give fools their gold, and knaves their power ; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall ; Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants a tree, is more than all. For he who blesses most is blest ; And God and man shall own his worth Who toils to leave as his bequest An added beauty to the earth.
Page 146 - Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine's blaze its day May brighter, fairer be.
Page 84 - neath their cottage shade — Whose love he shared, when their songs and mirth Brightened the gloom of this sinful earth — Whose names from our world had passed away, As flowers in the breath of an autumn day — ' He knew that they, with all suffering done, Encircled the throne of the Holy One ! ' Though ours be a pillar d and lofty home, Where want with his pale train never may come.
Page 146 - 0 Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be.
Page 84 - He who hath made them poor may soon Darken the sky of our glowing noon, And leave us with woe, in the world's bleak wild ! Oh ! soften the griefs of the poor, my child.
Page 196 - Traquair kirkyard. . They were blest beyond compare, When they held their trysting there, Amang thae greenest hills shone on by the sun ; And then they wan a rest, The lownest and the best, I' Traquair kirkyard when a
Page 146 - Here endeth the lesson. 0 love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul In Thee; 1 give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be.
Page 195 - I'll awa' and see. And what saw ye there At the bush aboon Traquair? Or what did ye hear that was worth your heed? I heard the cushies croon Through the gowden afternoon, And the Quair burn singing doun to the Vale o...