Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1902-03-21
The dame brings forth in complmental mood.

The dame brings forth in complmental mood
To grace the ad her wellhain'd kebbuck, fell
An aft he's prest, an aft he cas- it guild
The frugal wife, garrulous, will tell
How a townond auld, sin lint the bell
The cheerful supper done, wi serious face,
They round the inge, form circle wide;
The sire turns DER, wi patriarcha grace
The big ha Bible, ance his fathers pride
His bonnet evrenty is laid aside,
His yart hafe wearing thin an bare
Those strains that did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales portion with udciou care
And Let us worship God !" he says with solemn air.
They chant their arless in simple guise
They their hearts, by nobe aim
Perhaps Dundee's wild warblng measures rise,
Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name;
Or noble Egn beats the heavnward hame
The sweetest far of Scotia holy lays:
Compar'd with these, Italian trils
The tickld no heartfelt rapures raise;
Nae unison haze they with Creators praise
The prestlike father reads the sacred page
How Abram the friend of God high;
Or Moses babe eternal warfare wage
With Amaleks ungracious progeny;
Or how the royal Bard did groaning lie
Beneath the stroke Of Heavens avenging ire;
Or Jobs pathetic plant, and wailng cr
Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire;
Or other holy Seers that the sacred Tyre.
Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme
How guitless blood for guilty shed
How He, who bore in Heaven the second NAME
Had not earth wherein lay His head
How His first followers and servants sped
The precepts sage they many land:
How, he, who lone in Pamos banshed,
Saw in the sun mighty angel stand;
And heard great Bbons doom by
Then kneeing down, to Heavens Eternal King
The saint the father and husband prays:
Hope "sprngs exuting triumphant wing
That thus they all shall meet in future days.
There ever bask in uncreated rays
No more sigh, or shed the bitter tear,
Together hymning their Creators praise.
In such society, still more dear;
While cicng Time round in eternal sphere
Compard with this how poor religions pride,
In all the pomp of method and of art
When display congregations wide
Devotions ev'ry grace except the heart
The Power, incens'd, the pageant will desert
The pompous strain, the sacerlotal stole
But hapv cottage far
May hear, well pleasd, the language of the
And in his Book of Life the inmates poor enroll
Then homeward all take off their raj way;
The youngling coagers
The parent pair their homage pay,
And prefer up Heav'n the request
That He who stills the clam nest,
And decks the lily fair in how'ry pride,
Would, n His wisdom best,
them and for their little provide;
But chiefly their hearts with grace divine preside.
From like these old Scotas grandeur springs
That makes her ovd at home, reverb abroad
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings
IN the nobest OF God
And certes, fair virtues heavenly road,
The cottage leaves the palace far behind;
What is lordings pomp? a cumtous load,
Disgusting oft the wretch Of human kind
Studied in arts of hell, in wickelness rein'd?
O Scotia my dear, native soil!
For whom wish to Heaven is
Long thy hardy of toll
Be blest with health, and peace, and
And, oh may Heaven their simple lives prevent
From luxury contaglon, weak and vile;
Then, howe'er and be rent
A viruous popuace may rise the while,
And stand wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle.