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I love thee, long past time; Thy memory is to me, Sweet as the early village chime, Slow wafted o'er the lea:- I love to sit and muse On thy fast fading hour - And bless the gentle hope that strews My closing path with flowers. 'Tis to unfold…

There is a charm, whose powerful spell The vestal's feeling e'en can tell, While thro' her veins a thrill there flies. Whose sweet impression never dies: And, strange to tell, she knows not why A tear should start in either eye. This soft'ning…

See a fond mother, and her young ones round, Her soul soft melting with maternal love, Some to her breast she clasps, and others prove By kisses her affection: on the ground Her ready foot affords a rest for one, Another smiling sits upon her…

Why gaze ye on my hoary hair, Ye children young and gay? Your locks beneath the blast of care, Will bleach as white as they. I had a mother once, like you, Who o'er my pillow hung, Kiss'd from my cheek the briny dew, And taught my faultering…

"Black, I am, oh! daughters fair,"
But my beauty is most rare;
Black, indeed, appears my skin,
Beauteous, comely, all within:
Black when by affliction press'd,
Beauteous, when in Christ I rest;
Black, by sins defiling flood,
Beauteous, wash'd…

Hail, the enrapturing Jubilee! Tis fifty years today, Since this great nation was made free From despotism's sway. While music, bells and cannons peal, To hail the festive day, The thoughts within my bosom steal, Of helpless - Africa! Now.…

AIR - "Good morrow to your night-cap." Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' before folk, And dinna be sae rude to me, As kiss me sae before folk.It wadna gi'e me meikle pain,  Gin we were scen and heard by name, To tak' a kiss, or grant you…

"We hath not words wherewith to vent The soul of agony, When every pang of feeling blent Burns in the averted eye!" We met as youths will ever meet, Ere their warm feelings die; Or cold neglect, or dark deceit, Have chill'd love's beaming…

-------- A land of peace, Where yellow fields unspoil'd, and pastures green,Mottled with herds and flocks, who crop secureTheir native herbage, nor have ever known A stranger's stall, smile gladly. See through its tufted alleys to Heaven's roof The…