POETRY.

Dunstan Times, Issue 685, 4 June 1875, Page 4

POETRY.

—o — Aye Smile—Never Frown ! Air—“ John Anderson." While in Life’s thorny path we tread, Or hirple tae tho en’, ’Tis heat tao mak’ nae enemies— Ca’ ilka ano a fricn’; Sao, if wo wad, wi’ frion’shii)’s eliarms, Oor warldly cares beguile, The motto maun bo—Never frown As lang as we can smile. In this busy, steerin’, warl’, Where a’ maun play a pairt, An open, cheorfu’ broo bespeaks A kind an’ honest heart; 3 hen, when wo see puir neebor bodies Sair haudin (loon awhile, Ah ! never lot us frown on them As lang as we can smile. If e’er we see oor mortal kin Prao a’ guid gaun aside, Stap in an’ speak a kindly word, Or else waur may betide ; For raony a ano wha wad wi’ vice Sair, sair thoir|livoa befyle, An, wadna tremble at a frown, Are led back wi’ a smile. ’Tis gruesomc'aye tae see a gloom Upon-the female face, It gi’es a queer distorted 100k 1 — Nae beauty can we trace; Then, bonnie lasses, if ye wad A faithfu’ heart bewile, Aye look bricht, an’ never frown As lang as ye can smile. Q. C. G.

MONODY. It was a mellow, autumn morn ; The dew was shining on the thorn, Ami waving was the yellow corn, When first I met my Mary. Like wind-harps toned the leafy trees, Swept by the fitful, passing breeze ; Morn’s wakened voices blent tae please The.listeuing’ear o’ Mary. And dear tae me yon leafy bush, And sweet the fretful burnie’s gush, Whaur first 1 caught the passion-flush Steal owcr the cheeks o’ Mary. Nae visioned seraph soul was she. As vagrant dreamers only see ; An eydent lass o’ puir degree. Such was my darling Mary. And tempered weel wi’ heavenly grace, That ever sheened her honest face ; Nae rankling envy bad a place Within the breast o’ Mary. But wasting sickness, fell an’ doure, Cam’ creeping ower my bonnie flower ; An’ death, that lords a’ earthly power, Bid nip awa, my Mary. Yon grassy knowe, be green for aye, Whaur blinks the gowden e’e o’ day ; There sing, ye win’s, your sweetest lay— Beneath it sleeps my Mary. W. Ma.ckie,