And time, that kills a' ither things, His withering touch 'twill brave, 'Twill live in joy, 'twill live in grief, 'Twill live beyond the grave! 'Twill live, 'twill live, though buried deep, In true heart's memorie-- Oh! we forgot that ane sae fair, Sae bricht, sae young, could dee, Sae young could dee. Unfeeling hands may touch the chord Where buried griefs do lie-- How many silent agonies May that rude touch untie! But, oh! I love that plaintive lay-- That dear auld melodie! For, oh, 'tis sweet!--yet I maun greet, For it was sung by thee, Sung by thee! They may forget wha lichtly love, Or feel but beauty's chain; But they wha loved a heavenly mind Can never love again! A' my dreams o' warld's guid Aye were turn'd wi' thee, But I leant on a broken reed Which soon was ta'en frae me, Ta'en frae me. 'Tis weel, 'tis weel, we dinna ken What we may live to see, 'Twas Mercy's hand that hung the veil O'er sad futurity! Oh, ye whose hearts are scathed and riven, Wha feel the warld is vain, Oh, fix your broken earthly ties Where they ne'er will break again, Break again! [65] Here first printed. AH, LITTLE DID MY MOTHER THINK.[66] Ah, little did my mother think When to me she sung, What a heartbreak I would be, Her young and dautit son. And oh! how fond she was o' me In plaid and bonnet braw, When I bade farewell to the north countrie, And marching gaed awa! Ah! little did my mother think A banish'd man I 'd be, Sent frae a' my kith and kin, Them never mair to see. Oh! father, 'twas the sugar'd drap Aft ye did gi'e to me, That has brought a' this misery Baith to you and me. [66] These verses are here first printed. WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN?[67] AIR--_"Ailen Aroon."_ Would you be young again? So would not I-- One tear to memory given, Onward I 'd hie. Life's dark flood forded o'er, All but at rest on shore, Say, would you plunge once more, With home so nigh? If you might, would you now Retrace your way? Wander through stormy wilds, Faint and astray? Night's gloomy watches fled, Morning all beaming red, Hope's smiles around us shed, Heavenward--away. Where, then, are those dear ones, Our joy and delight? Dear and more dear though now Hidden from sight. Where they rejoice to be, There is the land for me; Fly, time, fly speedily; Come, life and light.