The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-02-14

Lies day draws near the cleaning,
Its heat and burden dune,
And a its dear decisions
l maun relinCuish sumo;
Sumo will aud Mlther Scotland
The bard that loeS her tyne,
And hear her loves and praises sung
BY ither tongues than mine.
Land o. the sturdy thistle,
And winsOme heather bell,
Thou wants nae quavering minstrel
Thy pith and pride to tell:
But strong within his bosom
The tide of song should flow
Who dares 10 voice thy doughty deeds
And dreams of long ago.
So weld in mine the music
That broke in waves. Of fire.
When in the flush of manhood
/ swept the patriot-lyre:
And though my failing fingers
Now feebler echoes wake.
Fain would their hinmaist effort be
For dear aud ScotlanG'S sake.
dinna steek that shutter
And Keep the LIGHT ava;
But Owre me in its glory
Let ilka sunbeam fa'i
For in the Vale of Shadows
Where 1 sac Sune maun be.
The bonnie heartsOme Simmer Sun
VIII shine nae mair for me.
Blithe haze [ been to see him
Come Owre the hills at morn.
Or in the eenin' gildin
WI liquid gOwd the corn,
When meath his BAUD caresses
Dame Nature beam'd wi joy,
And ilka thing that breath q was glad,
And name MAR glad than l.
Then, rapt in poet-ardor.
Enchanted ground l trod.
AS in my heart, sweet-singlng,
L heard the voice of God;
His warks were a ABBOTT me.
L sang Whate'er l saw,
For man and beast and flow'r and
stream,
1 loe'd them, ane and "a.
MOO like wauf o. Winter
That comes afore its time.
The wards breath has chilled me,
And hlL'd me in my prime;
Dark clouds obscure the visions
Card a my being thrill.
And in my cauld and flutterin' breist
The heavenly voice is still.
o, talents LIGHTLY cared for,
And moo ayont reca',
How. like a reckless sDendthrift
I've caist my waith awai
w hat can / gle for answer
When the dread Voice | hear
That o my thriftless stewardship
In thunder-tones ii spier?
Sweet lass. whase step like music
Slips the Town chamber thro',
Whase touch is like an angels
Upon my burnin' broo-
o trae the paths of virtue
Ne'er let that fitstep stray,
And for a heavenly iicht to guide
This heart will ever pray.
And bairns--my blessing on yel
Yen sumo be left your lane,
Wi life'S Sair darg afore ye-
In Gods name-act like Men!
Abune a fame or fortune
For this my bosom yearns,
That man for honest worth should prize
The sons of Robert Burns
Dear Jean, the NIGHT grows eeric,
L wat I'll slumber sumo:
o lay your loot in mine, luve,
AS ye sac aft haze dune;
And on that faithful bosom
Let this worn cheek recline,
That for a heartbeat ] may Dree
The raptures o. lang syne.
o bonnie was the burnside.
And fair the sylvan scene,
Where meath the budding hawthorn,
L trysted wi my Jean;
Ana as | fondly clasp'd her
A bliss beyond compare
L trow the munelicht never shone
On sic happy pair!
I've tried her sairly.
But guide and true she's been:
And for a that's come and game yet
She's still my Bonnie Jean,
There's name in a braid Scotland
That's half sac dear to me.
And neer hand but this dear hand
Shall close my weary e'e.
Then fare We Weel my ain Jean,
My first loe and my last.
Through ilka neuk in Scotland
Our names entwin'd haze pass'r;
And think ra that she slichts us,
Or sumo forgot We'll be
A hunder year will but increase
Her pride in you and me-
But now on LIES Illusions
Maun close these cen o. mine,
And to the Fount it sprang frae
My soul | maun resign;
Great Being, in whose presence
Ere morning / may stand,
Reach from the dark TO guide me through
Thine everlasting Hand!