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Look but at the gardener's pride —
Thus then, each to other dear, Let them all in quiet lie, Andrew there, and Susan here, Neighbours in mortality. And, should I live through sun and rain Seven widowed years without my Jane, O Sexton, do not then remove her, Let one grave hold the Loved and Lover!
Who fancied what a pretty sight
Was it the humour of a Child ?
I asked — 'twas whispered, The device
THE WANDERING JEW.
Though the torrents from their fountains
Though, as if with eagle pinion,
If on windy days the Raven
Though the Sea-horse in the ocean
Day and night my toils redouble !
SOLITUDE OF BINNORIE.
SEVEN Daughters had Lord Archibald,