Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1840-10-15
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JEANNE MORRISON.

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The iollowing lines by Glasgow poet, MoTHrnw
. repcic With tenderness and beauty. They ARE
y Of the best dn,s of Robert Burns.
I've wandered snsi, I've wandered west,
Through niuny weary wny,
Bnt never, never can iorgrt
The luve o. lifc's young day
The lire that's blHwn ON Bel'nne cen,
Muy weel he black gin Yule--
Bm blaeker In awaits the heart
Where first fond lave grows cule.
q dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
Tie thOchls o. bygnne years
Shall fling their shadow 10 over my phih,
Aud blind my zen wi tenrs
They blind IN, cen WI ssut, snut tears,
Aud sair AMI sick pine
As Mein'ry idly summons up
The blithe blDks o. lang sync.
'Twns then we luvit ilk iiher weel,
TWINS then We twu did part;
sweet lime-ssd time--tws bnirns al schuIe,
Twn barns, wi but ane heart
Twas then Wa sat ON He leigh blink,
To lcir in ithor lenr;
Aud tones, mud Locks, and smiles " eTs shed,
Remembered ever Inair.
] wonder, Jennic. amen vet,
When sit Ting oil that bink
Check touchin' cheek, but lock'd In loof
What our wee heads could think
Whcu bsiih hent doun over ne braid puge,
WI bulk upon our Knee,
Thy lips were on Thy lesson, bat
My lesson WIS IN ibce.
oh. mind ye how we htinq onr heads,
Our checks brent red WI shame,
When'vr the schule weans, laughin' said,
We cleekd ihcgither hnne!
Aud mind ,c ~ the SATURDAYS,
The schuIe then skailt nj noOn,)
When HH we ran Ia spend tho brHes-
The broomy braes OF June
My head rims round and round about,
My heart bows like n sea,
As anc by aue the thGchts rush back
o. schnle time aud o. thee.
oh, niorniu' life oh mornim luye
Oh, hgbtsome dnys aud lang,
When hlnnied hopes around our hearts,
Like simmer blossoms, sprarg!
o, mind ye, luve, how on we lcf
The deavin' diGsome touh,
To wander by the gree burnside,
Aud hear It's wnter Groom
The simmer leaves hung o'er our bcnds,
The flowers burst ronnd oCr feet,
And in the gl0amin' o the wIId,
The ihrossil whusslit sweet.
The thro-siI wussrl In the wud;
The blrn sing 10 the trees,
Aud we with Natures heart and tune
Concerted barmoniss
And on The knowe abnne The burn,
For hours thogither sat
In The silcntDess ~ Joy, iii bath
WI very giadness graf
Ave, ave, dear Jeanie Morrison,
Tears irickled down Your check,
Like dew drops on n rose, yet naue
Had Ony power Ia speak
TbBt wits "a time, blessed time,
When hearts were fresh and oune,
When freely gushd all feelings forth,
Unsy llabled, unsung.
I marvel, Jeanie Morrison,
Gin hae been 10 thee
As closely iwmed wi earliest thochts
As ye hae been To me
Oh tell me gIn their music fills
Thine ear ss II does mine;
Oh say gin eer yomr heart grows grit
WI dreanings u langsyne!
I've wander'd ensi, I've wanderd west,
rvc borne n weary lot;
But in my wnndrrings, far or neGr,
fc never were forgot.
Tie founi that first from out this heart,
Sill travels un tswny;
Aud channels deeper rs IL rins
The luve q liie's young day.
q dear. dear Jeanic Morrison,
Since We were sinder'd young,
I've never seen your lace, nor heard
The music ~ NOur tongue
But could hug all wrctchedness,
And happy could die,
Did but Ken your heart still dreanid
- b.gane days and me.