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come over us like winds from ithe sweet south . Our selection may be partial , far we confess that we haV& ® v ? i&Voiirites . ; but in this case it can scarcely happen iliat c a favourite has no friend . ' One remark , however , we ought to make previously to entering upon our quotations , —that we refrain from any reference to some few of the most delightful , because we know that they haver already appeared in the pages of the wort for which we are writing . From her lesser poems we shall cite ., in the first place , the affecting verses entitled ' The Message to the Dead / founded , as , a note informs us , upon the practice , still existing among the Scottish Highlanders , of charging the dying friend with tender messages to the departed ;—a beautiful superstition , and a beau * tiful tribute to it 1
1 . ' Thou art parting hence , my brother , Oh my earliest friend , farewell ! Thou art leading me , without thy voice , In a lonely home to dwell : And from the hills and from the hearth , And from the household tree , With thee departs the lingering mirth , — The brightness goes with thee .
2 . ' But thou , my friend , my brother f Thou art speeding to the shore Where the dirge-like tone of parting * words Shall smite the soul no more ; And thou wilt see our holy dead , ' . the lost Oh earth and main ; Into the sheaf of kindred hearts Thou wilt be bound again .
3 . * Tell , then , our friend of boyhood That yet his name is heard On the blue mountains , whence his youth Pass'd like a swift bright bird ; The light of his exulting brow * The vision of hissglee , Are on me still—oh , still I trust That smile again to see !
4 . ' And tell OUr fair young sister , The rose cut down in spring . That yet my gushing soul is fill * d With lays . she lov'd . to sing :... Her soft > deep eyes look through my dreams * Tender and sadly sweet ; : Tell her my , heart within jne burns Once moire that glance to ineei . * "'
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& 1 S On the Connexion hetw&WPoefry ' and ? Religion . ^
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1832, page 818, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1826/page/26/
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