For Adoration, in the dome Of CHRIST, the sparrows find a home; The swallow also dwells with thee Within his Saviour's Church. Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, Sweet the young nurse, with love intense, Sweet when the lost arrive: While his vague mind's in quest of sweets The choicest flowers to hive. Sweeter, in all the strains of love, Strong is the horse upon his speed; Strong is the lion-like a coal (A) HC-Vol. 41 But stronger still in earth and air, And far beneath the tide: And in the seat to faith assigned, Where ask is have, where seek is find, Beauteous the fleet before the gale; Ranked arms, and crested heads; And all the bloomy beds. Beauteous the moon full on the lawn; Beauteous the temple, decked and filled, Beauteous, yea beauteous more than these, For man, beast, mute, the small and great, Precious the bounteous widow's mite; Precious the penitential tear; And precious are the winning flowers, (B) HC-Vol. 41 More precious that diviner part Glorious the sun in mid career; Glorious the Almighty's stretched-out arm; Glorious the northern lights a-stream; Glorious the martyr's gore: Glorious, more glorious,-is the crown 302 ANONYMOUS WILLY DROWNED IN YARROW Down in yon garden sweet and gay 'Willie's rare, and Willie's fair, And Willie's wondrous bonny; And Willie hecht' to marry me 'O gentle wind, that bloweth south, 'O tell sweet Willie to come doun 'The lav'rock' there, wi' her white breast 'O Leader haughs are wide and braid There Willie hecht to marry me 'But Willie's gone, whom I thought on, She sought him up, she sought him down, She found him drown'd in Yarrow! 303 JOHN LOGAN THE BRAES OF YARROW THY braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, He promised me a milk-white steed Sweet were his words when last we met; His mother from the window look'd |