A dawn do clear the night's dim sky,
Woone star do zink, an' woone goo high,
An' livèn gifts o' youth do vall,
Vrom girt to small, but never die:
An' should I view,
What God mid do,
Wi' jaÿ or païn, wi' païn or jaÿ?
THE RWOSE IN THE DARK.
In zummer, leäte at evenèn tide,