The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1875-02-09

A BALLAD.

EFFIE-
BALLAD.
She was wearin' awa'l She wa, wsarin. ava, :.
Wi the le AYES in October, We thocht she Wad IA
For her cheek was owre red, an her e'e was
wha2r the saul ieulrit GOT like an angel of LIGHT
She dwell in the muirlans amang the red bells
o. the sweet hinny heather that blooms on the
whanT the peesweep an plover are aye ON the
An the Iiit o. the lav'rock's first heard in the
Spring.
AS black as a craw, an as saft as the silk.
Were the lang locks that fell on a neck like the
milk;
She was liihesome an esome as iassis nidht
And salt was the love-licht that danced in her
ee:
PuIr Efie had Iovd a. the hopes an the fears.
The plaques an the pleasures, the smiles an
o. love she had kenn'd-she bad game thro'
them a
For faase jamie Chrichton--o' black be his fa'!
The auldest o. I'VE, when a lassie o. ten,
She had bath the hoose and the BARNES 10
The miTher had game whan she was but BARN
Sac Ellie had mony sad lesson 10 learn
Athame, had ye seen her amang the young
chips,
The sweet law o. kindness was aye on her lips;
She kaned DOT their hair, washed their wee
WI sac tentie a haun that a BARN wadna greet.
She was to her father the lIcht o. his cen,
He said she wad be what her mither had boon
A fair an sweet sample o. true womanhood,
sac careful an clever, sac bonnie an guild.
The dollhouse II stood on the lip o. the burn,
That wimpled an jinkit wi mony q turn
Found the ut o. the heather-fring q gowany orae,
Whaur the ae COW was tethered, and bairnies
al play.
Va INF in fba mid sf n hpF
When she gat the first inkling o. what wooing
means
Stealth mp the burnside to the cot-house at cen.
On q soft simmer gloamin' saw them mysel'
ON the banks o. the burnie, an weeI could
By the hue on her cheek an the blink o. her e'e,
That her young love was his, an would ever
mar be.
Belyve to fair Effie cam wooers galore,
An mony saft tireln's at cen on the door;
She smiled on them a, but gied welcome to
name
Her first love an last was young Jsmie's alane.
An jamie wha ne'er was a week frae her side.
Had vowed eer a towmond TO MAX her ms
Her troth She had glen him wi bushes an
1t was sweet-oh, how sweet. tho whites she
had fears;
For wee hurdle sang as roun' her il few,
sweet lassie tax tent-he's owre sweet TO be
He's DOT in the eenin's whan he dtnna ken.
An they say he's been wi Katie O. the
Glen.
But Ellie wad LAUGH, an wad sac to bersel.
What lees an what clashes thac bodies naun
For my jamie has sworn to be true to the death,
An nocht no can part us as langs we haze
breath.
Ae short winter Sabbath, julst az it grew mirk
The father cam hame-he had been at the kirk |;
49, a-~INEf ID lnFrfr
That Ene glower'd at him in dredour an fear.
Then he said, my ain Ellie, puir mitherless
lassi
Oh wha wad thOcht this wad Ger come 20
Thy Jamie, this day in the kirk was proclaim'd d,
An Katie Mclean for his bride they haze named.
Il was tauld on the road by ane that maun ken,
Her grannte was ance the guide wife o. the Glen,
An she leII 70 young a ,hss OF
here.
An what said pair Efie: She stood like a
But isintIn', or greetin', or cryin', was name;
Flew back 10 her heart, but nae word could she
SPEAK.
The faither sat down, laid her head on mis-
"On God an her father my EGls maun rest,
They win neer deceive thee-ihy wrangs are
Gin Jamie had wed thee they mIcht haze been
mair.
sumo Ellie gat up, gied her father some meat,
Put the bs3rnies 10 bed, yet ne'er could sne
greet
Her young heart was slrieken-ihe fountains
were dry
That gush frae the cen wi a tesrfu' supply.
That nieht at the reading she joined in the
psalm,
Her cheek il was pale, but her brow il was calm
An father he prayed, as she knelt by his side,
That God his dear Iassie wad comfort an guide
The winter gaed by, an the hale simmer tho
5ne tosh'd up the hOose, fed an milkit the COW
The cauld war; had nOcht that she cared for ava
Her life IL was silently meltin' AVA.
O!whan moo the love LIGHT that sparlSled ere
while
In her bony black e'es o! whan moo the smile
Thatdimped her cheek? They were game! they
were game!
Yet she neer shed a tear, an neer made mans
An sac she was weariu', fast wearin' ava!
Wi the leaves of October sweet Ellie did ia!
Her mournin' was ended, an blissfu' an BRIGHT
The dear lasSie dwelis wi the angels o licht.