MY SCOTCH LASSIE.

Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Volume 3, Issue 141, 19 June 1880, Page 3

MY SCOTCH LASSIE.

If I had the brush of angel, Dipt in colours rich and rare, I would paint with choicest limning My Scotch lassie fresh and fair. Fresh is she at dewy morning, I'nir as blossom on the spray, I'Vagraut as the tree waring In the fresh breeze of the May. Oh. my bright and blooming lassie '. Maids more stntelv well may be : But no stateliest maiden ever Breathed a smile sae sweet as sho. Ob, my bonnio blithe fond lassie. Mild as bloom on hawthorn tree, Rich as June-, and ripe as Autumn, Flower aad fruit in o. » is she. ■Saw you ever cowslip wan er ■ When the Zephyrs cume to woo ? Saw you bright-eyed speedwell peeping 'Neath the hedge with purer blue '/ Warmer than her keen pulse keeping Time to all things true and good, Bluer than her blue eyes swelling In young love's divinest mood ? Softer floats'no plumy seagull Than her bosom's heaving charms, Swan on lake not whiter swimmeth Than the whiteness of her arms. If I had the brush of angel, Dipt in colours rich and rare— No ! no trick of brush or pigment Ever bullied a forih so fair. Let them "limn who live in dreamland, When-t!i.' brain-born phantoms sway I have feasted on the substance, And the shadow pales away. I will not make dainty mockery With a painted thin display Of n life that breathes and burgeons With the fulness of the May. I will see my dear Scotch lassio In the rays that sweep tho hills, '"ln the bright far simmering ocean, lu'the silver-flashing rills. •» I will see her where the wandering 800 sucks honey from the brae, Where the mavis to the mavis Pours his rich full-throated lay. I will food upon tho sweetness Of her presence near to mo, And her wealth of grace that hangoth Like a peach up a tree. 1 will live on the dear memory i )f that hour of burning bliss When sho lent her lips and thrilled mo With the rapture of her kiss ! —John Stuart Blackie,