  Shepherd loquitur.—An' a wee bit name—canna it carry a weight o' love?—Noctes AmbrosianÆ, No. lxxii. A wee bit name! O wae's the heart When nought but that is left, But doubly dear it comes to be When time a' else hath reft, An' youth, an' hope, an' innocence, An' happiness, an' hame, Are a' concentred in a word, That word—a wee bit name. Back through the weary waste o' years My memory is borne, An' gurglin' streams, an' thickets green, An' fields o' yellow corn: An' lanely glens, an' sunny hills Upon my spirit gleam, The phantoms o' the past before That spell—a wee bit name. O vision sweet! a fair, fair face, A young, but thochtfu' brow, Twa gentle een o' azure sheen, Are beamin' on me noo. Be still, my beatin' heart—be still; It's but an idle dream: She heeds na though wi' tremblin' joy I breathe a wee bit name. A wee bit name! O lives there ane That never, never felt Its pathos an' its wizard power To saften and to melt? No—callous though the bosom be Wi' years o' sin an' shame, 'Twill melt like snaw in summer's sun Before some wee bit name. A wee bit name! the rod whose touch Bids hidden waters start, The torch that lichts the pile upon The altar o' the heart, An' kindles what wad else decay, Into a holy flame: A sacred influence may lie Within a wee bit name! C. Printed and Published by W. and R. Chambers, High Street, Edinburgh. Also sold by W. S. Orr, Amen Corner, London; D. N. Chambers, 55 West Nile Street, Glasgow; and J. M'Glashan, 50 Upper Sackville Street, Dublin.—Advertisements for Monthly Parts are requested to be sent to Maxwell & Co., 31 Nicholas Lane, Lombard Street, London, to whom all applications respecting their insertion must be made. |
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