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ear, To the fragrant-scented breer, Even to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, O! When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie, O! Should I fall midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O! Then, Helen! shouldst thou hear Of thy lover on his bier, To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie, O! THE TRYSTING HOUR. The night-wind's Eolian breezes, Chase melody over the grove, The fleecy clouds wreathing in tresses, Float rosy the woodlands above; Then tarry no longer, my true love, The stars hang their lamps in the sky, 'Tis lovely the landscape to view, love, When each bloom has a tear in its eye. So stilly the evening is closing, Bright dew-drops are heard as they fall, Eolian whispers reposing Breathe softly, I hear my love call; Yes, the light fairy step of my true love The night breeze is wafting to me; Over heathbell and violet blue, love, Perfuming the shadowy lea. HARVEST SONG.[34] The harvest morning breaks Breathing balm, and the lawn Through the mist in rosy streaks Gilds the dawn, While fairy troops descend, With the rolling clouds that bend O'er the forest as they wend Fast away, when the day Chases cloudy wreaths away From the land. The harvest breezes swell, And the song pours along, From the reapers in the dell, Joyous throng! The tiny gleaners come, Picking up their harvest home, As they o'er the stubble roam, Dancing here, sporting there, All the balmy sunny air Is full of song. The harvest evening falls, While each flower round the bower, Breathing odour, now recalls The lover's hour. The moon enthroned in blue Lights the rippling lake anew, And the wailing owls' whoo! whoo! From the glen again, again, Wakes the stillness of the scene On my adieu. FOOTNOTES: [34] Contributed by Mr Lyle to the present work. JAMES HOME. James Home, the author of "Mary Steel," and other popular songs, was born, early in the century, on the farm of Hollybush, about a mile south of Galashiels. During a period of about thirty years, he has been engaged in the humble capacity of a dry-stone mason in Peeblesshire. He resides in the hamlet of Rachan Mill in that county, where, in addition to his or
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