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THERE'S FAB OWER MONY POETS, FAITHER. . >: " There's far ower mony poets, fivither," Chimed in our pawky Bell, As, studying Effie'a photograph, She glanced up at xnysel*. With ecu that down the future's drift Seemed peering weirdly ben Dark grannies, which appeared to lie Beyond a lassie's ken. : It looked at her with fond surprise, And stood awhile perplext, And wondered really what she meant, Or what was coining nest. When like a rosebud in the sun, Transformed'by nature's freaks, A blush of awkward baahfulness Suffused her rosy cheeks. Then with a quivering lip which told A tender chord was touched, She gazed on Effie's photograph Like innocence bewitched. . , , In search of words to eolve a text - Fell fancy would digeßt; Then spread her hand across her brow And thus her thoughts expreat: " It's no the poets that I mean, Who sing as Effie sings, But I am sure that some o' them Say stupid, daft-like things. . And had far better hold their tongues And spare their pens and ink Till they had read their grammar boote, Or been inspired, I think." She laughed outfight, my breath returned, .. I stroked her golden hair; •■■--,.- And blest her for the sermon she Preached to her faither there. Then, glancing at the album which Lay open on her knee, "•* I whispered while I pondered how Her fancy fettled uio. " I thought they meant to tell me, Bell, Those velvet lips of yours, We had ower mony singing birds, Ower mony bonnie flow'rs, And far ower mony poets born; " ' There, lass, you would been wrong, Though mony nsay have sung in Tain Since good King David sang. If he had never tuned his lyrej And Burns had ne'er been born, Losli! lassie, what micht we hae been The nicht before ' the morn ?'.." Bell laid her blushes in her lap . On Effie'/ photograph. Believed her tickled fancy by A ringing-, hearty laugh; ■' And rising, tossed her locks aside,, \ The album stowed away, And with an air of homely pride Played faither " Scots wha hae." Edinburgh , ' T. E.

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Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5033, 28 February 1885, Page 1

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343

Select Poetry. Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5033, 28 February 1885, Page 1

Select Poetry. Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5033, 28 February 1885, Page 1

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