For Adoration, in the dome Of CHRIST, the sparrows find a home; The swallow also dwells with thee Within his Saviour's Church. Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, Sweet the young nurse, with love intense, Sweet when the lost arrive: While his vague mind's in quest of sweets The choicest flowers to hive. Sweeter, in all the strains of love, Strong is the horse upon his speed; Strong is the lion-like a coal (A) HC XLI But stronger still in earth and air, And far beneath the tide: And in the seat to faith assigned, Where ask is have, where seek is find, Beauteous the fleet before the gale; And all the bloomy beds. Beauteous the moon full on the lawn; And beauteous when the veil's withdrawn, The virgin to her spouse: Beauteous the temple, decked and filled, Beauteous, yea beauteous more than these, For man, beast, mute, the small and great, Precious the bounteous widow's mite; Precious the penitential tear; And precious are the winning flowers, (B) HC XLI More precious that diviner part Of David, even the Lord's own heart In all things where it was intent, Glorious the sun in mid career; Glorious the northern lights a-stream; Glorious the song, when God's the theme; Glorious Hosannah from the den; Glorious, more glorious, is the crown Thou that stupendous truth believed;- 302 ANONYMOUS WILLY DROWNED IN YARROW Down in yon garden sweet and gay 'Willie's rare, and Willie's fair, And Willie's wondrous bonny; And Willie hecht' to marry me 'O gentle wind, that bloweth south, 'O tell sweet Willie to come doun 'The lav'rock' there, wi' her white breast 'O Leader haughs are wide and braid There Willie hecht to marry me 'But Willie's gone, whom I thought on, She sought him up, she sought him down, She found him drown'd in Yarrow! 303 JOHN LOGAN THE BRAES of Yarrow THY braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, He promised me a milk-white steed To squire me to his father's towers; The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow;— Sweet were his words when last we met; His mother from the window look'd |