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Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes,

Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does

hameward bend.


At length his lonely Cot appears in view,

Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher

through To meet their Dad, wi' Aichterin noise an'

glee. His wee bit ingle, blirkin bonnily, His clean hearth-stane,“his thriftie Wific's

smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee,

Does a' his weary carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labor an' his toil. A 2




Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in,

At service out, amang the Farmers roun’; · Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie


A cannie errand to a neebor town:

Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown,

In youthfu’bloom, Love sparkling in her e’e, Comes hàme, perhaps, to shew a braw new

gown, Or deposite her fair-won penny-fee, To help her Parents dear, if they in hardship


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Wi' joy unfeign'd brothers and filters meet, An' each for other's weelfare kindly speirs:


The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd


Each tells the uncos that he fees or hears; The Parents, partial, eye their hopeful years;

Anticipation forward points the view. The Mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers,

Gars auld claes look amailt as weel's the


The Father mixes a' wi' admonition due.


Their Master's an' their Mistress's command,

The younkers a' are warned to obey; An' mind their labours wi' an eydent hand,

An' ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play ; • An' o! be sure to fear the LORD alway! • An’ mind your duty, duely, morn an’ night!

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-- Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray,

Implore his counsel and assisting might : They never fought in vain that sought the

• Lord aright.'


But hark! a rap comes gently to the door ;

Jenny, wha kens the meaning o’the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor,

To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother fees the conscious flame

Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; With heart-struck anxious care, enquires

his name,

While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears, it's nae

wild, worthless Rake.


Wi' kindly welcome fenny brings him ben; A strappan youth; he takes the Mother's

eye; Blythe Jenny sees the visit’s no ill ta'en ; The Father cracks of horses, pleughs, and

kye. The Youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy,

But blate and laithfu', scarce can weel

behave ;

The Mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy

What makes the youth fae, bashfu' an' sae

grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected

like the lave.


O happy love! where love like this is found! O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare!



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