With every cycling sun that slips
Through all its winding turns,
Some Lincoln or some Burns
Still lifts his spirit to our lips.
HALLOWEEN.
AN INVITATION SENT TO A LADY, OCT. 31.
I wad na gang alane to-night
An’ leave alane a lassie
Where pixies, elves, an’ goblins fight
An’ drink their bogie tassie.
Sae come wi’ me an’ gang awa’