per then might fear--
As loud the din fell on his ear
Of joy in Caledonia!
Heard ye not that distant hum?
And now the pipe, and now the drum,
Proclaim the news that Charlie 's come
To gladden Caledonia!
Tyrants, tremble, Charlie 's here!
Now, indeed, ye 've cause to fear;
Hielan' hearts be of good cheer,
And on for Caledonia!
THE WIDOW'S DAUGHTER.
Why gaze on that pale face,
Childless one, childless one?
Why seek this lonely place?
She hath gone, she hath gone.
Thy daughter is not here,
Widow'd one, widow'd one--
Nay, wipe away that tear,
She hath won, she hath won!
Her home is far away,
She 's at rest, she 's at rest,
In everlasting day,
With the blest, with the blest.
No pains, no sorrows there,
All are past, all are past;
That sigh summ'd up her care,
'Twas her last, 'twas her last.
'Tis not her there you see,
Sister dear, sister dear;
That earth holds nought for thee,
Draw not near, draw not near.
The place is cold and dark,
Haste away, haste away;
Corruption is at work--
Soulless clay! soulless clay!
The lamp hath ceased to burn,
Quench'd the flame, quench'd the flame;
Let dust to dust return,
Whence it came, whence it came.
To thy chamber, sister dear;
There to God, there to God,
Bend humble and sincere,
'Neath His rod, 'neath His rod.
Prayer heals the broken heart--
He is kind, He is kind;
Each bruised and bleeding part
He will bind, He will bind.
Weep not for her that 's gone--
Time will fly, time will fly--
Thou 'lt meet thy cherish'd one
'Yond the sky! 'yond the sky!
ROBERT LEIGHTON.
Robert Leighton, author of "Rhymes and Poems by Robin," a duodecimo
volume of verses, published in 1855, was born at Dundee in 1822. He has
been chiefly employed in mercantile concerns. The following lyric, which
has attained some popularity, was one of his earliest poetical efforts,
being composed in his sixteenth year.
MY MUCKLE MEAL POCK.
There 's some can be happy and bide whar they are,
There 's ithers ne'er happy unless they gang far;
But aft do I think I 'm an easy auld stock,
While I 'm joggin' about wi' my muckle meal pock.
Though noo I be auld, abune four score and aucht,
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