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Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3679, 9 October 1880, Page 1

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THE DEEIN' WIFE'S LAST £B< QUEST,

O tak' me in your arms, Jamie— .„ Tour doatin', deem' wife! And lean my bead upon you/ b>ea»t, As lang's there's only Hie.

Your tears we fe'in' burningly, I fin' them on my oheek j But oalrn yonrsel', and whisper me— We hinna lang to speak.

O monnie, monie trvstin' nights I've stolen out in haste, A' purity and happiness To meet you on the waste.

Proud mither since svnriybnder wife. 'Tis hard to leave sac suite; . And fain the young heart wad rebel, / But God's will must be dune. -

In decent time yell please yer folk, : . And seek some gr«r(de> mate, '■ But, O, wale 4ne o' kindliness, ..... WJ>«my orphans winna hate. And tell her that I blessed her A wee afore my death, And bequeathed my little bairoies Wi' a mither's deem' breath. .. But when ye tak' our favorite walk By the bonnie water side, , Tell maybe hae a tear for me, , . Unnoticed o' your bride. .. . „ .. And should ye hae some ither young, .'. O leave nee onts to pine;;, ... But when she gi'es her am a piece Gie you • bit to mine. Te've struggled sair wi' poverty .. For makin' me your sin $ ,::- .-. But your braw frien's '11 come roon ye When the sair despised is gene.

And noo I feel death's creepin* ca«ld— 0 lift them on the bed, Till I bless my little darlings . Ere battling life has sped. ...\ . -

I've maybe been ower proud 6' them, Ower careless o'my God! But there's mercy for a mither's lore. In Heaven's chast'nin rod.

Now, Jamie, came anoe again You am, your dearest wife; . And bauld me close and kiss me, love, The farewell kiss o'life.'

Dark, dark,, and cauld, I bear ye nae— O stay, my husband, stay! Tour hand—O yes—l feel, alas, 'Tis me that's gaun away!