EXILE OF ERIN THERE came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, Sad is thy fate! said the heart-broken stranger; Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh! Erin, my country! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But alas! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more! Oh, cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me In the mansion of peace-where no perils can chase me? Never again shall my brothers embrace me? They died to defend me or live to deplore! EXILE OF ERIN Where is my cabin door, fast by the wild wood? Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, 81 And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion,Erin mavournin-Erin go bragh! THOMAS CAMPBELL. FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT 'S there for honest poverty Is That hangs his head, and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by; We dare be poor for a' that. For a' that and a' that. Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp,— What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin' gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that and a' that. Their tinsel show and a' that; The honest man though e'er so poor, Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts and stares and a' that,— 83 FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT A prince can mak a belted knight, But an honest man's aboon his might,- For a' that and a' that Their dignities and a' that; The pith o' sense and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may,— That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, It's comin' yet for a' that That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that! ROBERT BUrns. "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD I NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX" SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace 'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near And from Mecheln church steeple we heard half the chime, So, Joris broke silence with, "Yet there is time!" At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, |