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My father argued sair: my mither didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break:
They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was at the
And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me.
I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
Oh, sair did we greet, and mickle did we say;
I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin;
LADY ANNE LINDSAY.
A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.
A PLACE in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim;
pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.
Another may woo thee nearer,
never may see,
As a sister remembers a brother,
Could I be thy true lover, dearest,
I would be the fondest and nearest
But a cloud on my pathway is glooming,
Remember me, then-oh, remember
That life will, though lonely, be sweet,
If its brightest enjoyment should be
SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part,—
Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows
That we one jot of former love retain
Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes,
--Now if thou would'st, when all have given him
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!
LOVE comes back to his vacant dwelling,-
We see him stand by the open door,
He makes as though in our arms repelling,
Ah, who shall help us from over-telling
LOVE not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flow
Things that are made to fade and fall away
Ere they have blossom'd for a few short hours. Love not!
Love not! the thing ye love may change!
Love not! the thing you love may die
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth,