Go weep for her who, by her Love's side sighing, Gives to the grave the form she loved so well; And weep for her who meets no soft replying To the sweet story she would die to tell; Aye, weep for her whose Love, to Lethe flying, Left on her lip no mark of his farewell; Oh, weep for her whose star of life is dim; Weep, weep for her; but weep no more for him. TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT. The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, Tarry ye not in Egypt! He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again, So tarry no longer in Egypt. The Lord hath set His sign in the sky, Tarry ye not in Egypt! And all the first-born in the land shall die, The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The Lord hath set His sign in the sky, And all the first-born in the land shall die; The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh, So tarry no longer in Egypt! The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King, Tarry ye not in Egypt! So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King, So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing, So tarry no longer in Egypt! There is blood on the river and blood on the door, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The land shall be red on the sea and the shore, And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! There is blood on the river and blood on the door, The land shall be red on the sea and the shore, And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore, So tarry no longer in Egypt! GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE. Gif a lassie spurn a laddie Wi' her needless Nays, Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie Wi' their loving ways; So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly As a winter day, Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly Wi' the breath of May. Prudery still affects the valley, Shady and alane, Meeting souls that loveward sally, Icy as a stane. On the mountain true Love singeth, Liberty is there; Dalliance wingeth, Pleasure springeth, From her waving hair. On the peaks abide the pleasures, Young and sweet and free, Yoked with Youth's immortal treasures, Love and Liberty; So, the hilltops seek while soaring, Eaglet of Love's sky; Light adorned and Light adoring, Bask, and burn and die. THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION.