"Daurna tarry--I'm gaun hame! Thocht gi'es stren'th, though I feel lame. Wae's me!--What's come ow'r me noo? Up maun dim' this scraggy broo-- Hech!--That blast is unco keen; Bannet canna noo be seen. "Daurna tarry!--Yes--I maun! Lay me doon for this weak dwaum. Shawl my heid 'ill shelter gi'e; Claes keep warm!--Come-to a wee! Daurna tarry!--Wish 'twere sae-- Faether!--Mither!--Sister!--Wae! "Whaur am I?--On caul' hillside! Maun I here--"Hoo lang--abide? Faether, in the heav'ns hie, Think, for Jesus' sake, on me. Deein' though I'm, a' my lane-- Daurna tarry--I'll get hame! "Daurna tarry--I _maun_ hame! Aeh! Hoo _my_ hert lang'd for hame. Hame on earth's nae mair for me; 'Mang the sna' I'm gaun to dee. Freen's, 'O leave them no' alane!' Daurna tarry--'Bring them hame.' "Noo sleep I maun! an' this caul' sna' Cleer win'in'-sheet roon' me will bla'." * * * * * * Almost a week her body lay, The grave its home--home-coming day.