POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2585, 20 July 1882, Page 4

POETRY.

o A REMEMBRANCE OF SCOTLAND. By Nbllib Tin&lby. Oh, the hills o' Bonnie Scotia, Oh, my name sae far awa, _ Dinna wanner that I'm grGetin Sairly when the oauld winds blaw. English kin has gowd an' siller, I gae deoked in browdered gear, But I wudna seek for riohes, Cud I see my heme ance mair.

A* the lassies mak me welcome ■ In their hame sae blithe an' braw, An' they oa' me Willfu' Maggie When like rain the tear draps fa.'

But I oan nae mair sing blithely, A' their gifties canna oheer, Syno frae hame an' friends I parted Lang the days, aye, lang an* drear.

Aft wi' wee bit sister Nannie I hae wandered owre the lea, Pluokin' blue bells, inookin' bird songs Wi' my heart sae light an' free.

Weel the bairnie kens the storioa That I tauld o' days long syne, O' the braw an' towerln' eassles, Ladicß gran' an' prinoes fine. Aft wi' Davie through the gloamin* I hao goen to oa' the kye, An' he ca'd me winsome Maggi 6 Dinna woncer when I sigh.

Leal, kin' Davie, Simmer's cimmin j Davie 'll soon oome owre the sea, O, I winna greet sae sairly, Davie's mair than a' to me.

Some blithe day we'll cross the ooean A' our fren's an' dear anes greet; Han' in han' we'll walk thegither 'Mang the heather blooms sae sweet.

IF WE KNEW.

If we knew the oares and crosses Crowding round our neighbor's way, If we knew the little losbbs, Borely grievous, day by day, Would we then so often ehide him For his lack of thrift and gain, Leaving on his heart a shadow, Leaving on our life a stain P If we know the clouds above ui, Held by gentle blessings there, Would we turn away all trembling In our weak and blind despair f Would we shrink from little shadows Lying on the dewy grass, While 'tis only birds of Eden Just in meroy flying past T If we knew the silent story Quivering through the heart of pain, Would our manhood oare to doom them Back to hau ts of guilt again 1 Life has many a tangled crossing, Joy hath many a break of woe ; And the cheek tear-stained is whitest— This the ble»sed angels know. Lat us reach into our bosoms For the key to others' lives, And with-love toward erring nature Cherish good that still survives; So that when our dierobed spirits Soar to realms of light again, We may say, "Dear Father, judge us. As we judged our fellow men."