Bob.—Yan wad be fain sike days again te see,
An’ hear fooaks sing wi’ love an’ melody,
As yan hez reead i’ bukes ov holy men,
’At nowther cared for fire nur lion’s den:
Bud dreeaded sin wi’ all its scorpion stings,
Mare than the wrath ov heathen priests an’ kings.
All whea te God in meek submission boo,
Thof t’way be dark, He’ll awlus bring ’em throo.
John.—Jist wait a whahl, till taame reverse the scene,
An’ Anti-Christ hez hed hiz pompous reign;
When persecution wi’ her torch an’ foark,
Sets carnal men an’ ministers te woark,
Te help the Beast te mack hiz proselytes,
Te purge hiz fleer, an’ bon the hypocrites:—
Then thooase whea live, an’ hev the truth maintained,
I’ cleearer leeght ’ll hev the thing explained.
A LOVE LETTER!
(To Miss ——)
Forgive a stranger who would make so free,
As to declare a suitor’s love for thee;
And by the strength of his affection, move
Thy heart to render back responsive love!
The language these few humble lines impart,
Though it seem rude, is from an honest heart;
From one whose only aim and object is,
Thy Lover’s glory, and thy future bliss.
Not for myself would I now intercede,
For I, alas, no excellence can plead;
My handsomest attire is homely spun,
And many years my glass of life hath run!
I plead the cause of Him, at whose command,
Thy soul shall one day in his presence stand;
And thou for ever may’st lament the change,
If once His love be turn’d into revenge!
Of all thy list of lovers finely drest,
He told me secretly He was the first;
That even in thy youthful frolics wild,
His love was on thee, from a very child!
That often he has stood without thy door,
While thou did’st other swains prefer before:
That oft the tear hath dim’d his eye so bright,
His locks all dripping with the dews of night!