P Oj Ey T 4R{ Y. 1043 
Il. 
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd’s reed 5 
In war, he mounts the warrior’s steed ; 
In halls, in gay attire is seen ; 
In hamlets, dances on the green. 
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, 
And men below, and saints above 5 
For love is heaven, and heaven is love. 
THE TWA CORBIES. 
From the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. 
By Waxter Scott. 
a" I was walking all alane, 
I heard twa corbies making a mane, 
The tane unto the t’other say, 
<< Where sall we gang and dine to-day ? 
“ In behint yon auld fail * dyke, 
I wot there lies a new slain knight ; 
And nae body kens that he lies there, 
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. 
<¢ His hound is to the hunting gane, 
His hawk to fetch the wild fowl hame, 
His lady is ta’en another mate, 
So we may mak our dinner sweet. 
t¢ Ye’ll sit on his white hause bane, 
And I’ll pike out his bonny blue een = 
W? ae lock o’ his gowden hair, ; 
We'll theek + our nest when it grows bare. 
¢¢ Mony a one for him makes mane, 
But nane sall ken where he is gane: 
O’er his white banes, when they are bare,’ 
The wind sall blaw for evermair.” 
* Fail—Turf. + Theek—Thatch. 
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