along our flight
Did vlee behind us out o' zight;
The while the zun, our heav'nly guide,
Did ride on wi' us, zide by zide.
An' zoo, while time, vrom stage to stage,
Do car us on vrom youth to age,
The e'thly pleasures we do vind
Be soon a-met, an' left behind;
But God, beholden vrom above
Our lowly road, wi' yearnen love,
Do keep bezide us, stage by stage,
Vrom be'th to youth, vrom youth to age.

THE RAILROAD.

An' while I went 'ithin a train,
A-riden on athirt the plain,
A-cleaeren swifter than a hound,
On twin-laid rails, the zwimmen ground;
I cast my eyes 'ithin a park,
Upon a woak wi' grey-white bark,
An' while I kept his head my mark,
The rest did wheel around en.

An' when in life our love do cling
The clwosest round zome single thing,
We then do vind that all the rest
Do wheel roun' that, vor vu'st an' best;
Zoo while our life do last, mid nought
But what is good an' feaeir be sought,
In word or deed, or heart or thought,
An' all the rest wheel round it.

SEATS.

When starbright maidens be to zit
In silken frocks, that they do wear,
The room mid have, as 'tis but fit,
A han'some seat vor vo'k so feaeir;
But we, in zun-dried vield an' wood,
Ha' seats as good's a goolden chair.

Vor here, 'ithin the woody drong,
A ribbed elem-stem do lie,
A-vell'd in Spring, an' stratch'd along
A bed o' graegles up knee-high,
A sheaedy seat to rest, an' let
The burnen het o' noon goo by.

Or if you'd look, wi' wider scope,
Out where the gray-tree'd plain do spread,
The ash bezide the zunny slope,
Do sheaede a cool-air'd deaeisy bed,
An' grassy seat, wi' spreaden eaves
O' rus'len leaves, above your head.

An' there the train mid come in zight,
Too vur to hear a-rollen by,
A-breathen quick, in heaesty flight,
His breath o' tweil, avore the sky,
The while the waggon, wi' his lwoad,
Do crawl the rwoad a-winden nigh.

Or now theaese happy holiday
Do let vo'k rest their weaery lim's,
An' lwoaded hay's a-hangen gray,
Above the waggon-wheels' dry rims,
The meaed ha' seats in weaeles or pooks,
By winden brooks, wi' crumblen brims.

Or if you'd gi'e your thoughtvul mind
To yonder long-vorseaeken hall,
Then teaeke a stwonen seat behind
The ivy on the broken wall,
An' learn how e'thly wealth an' might
Mid clim' their height, an' t