We look before and after And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. Shelley. VIRTUE'S PRIZE. 7 HAT nothing earthly gives, or can destroy W The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy, Is Virtue's prize: A better would you fix, Then give Humility a coach and six, Weak, foolish man! will Heaven reward us there Expect thy dog, thy bottle, and thy wife : O fool! to think God hates the worthy mind, The lover and the love of human kind, Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Pope. DAINTY DAVIE. OW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, N° To deck her gay green-spreading bowers ; And now comes in my happy hours To wander wi' my Davie. Meet me on the warlock knowe, The crystal waters round us fa', The scented breezes round us blaw, When purple morning starts the hare, Then through the dews I will repair, When day, expiring in the west, I flee to his arms I lo’e best, And that's my ain dear Davie. |