But stronger still in earth and air, And far beneath the tide: And in the seat to faith assigned, Beauteous the fleet before the gale; Ranked arms, and crested heads; And all the bloomy beds. Beauteous the moon full on the lawn; Beauteous the temple, decked and filled, Beauteous, yea beauteous more than these, For man, beast, mute, the small and great, Precious the bounteous widow's mite; Precious the penitential tear; And precious are the winning flowers, More precious that diviner part Of David, even the Lord's own heart In all things where it was intent, Glorious the sun in mid career; Glorious the Almighty's stretched-out arm; Glorious the northern lights a-stream; Glorious the song, when God's the theme; Glorious the thunder's roar: Glorious Hosannah from the den; Glorious the martyr's gore: Glorious, more glorious,-is the crown. 302 ANONYMOUS WILLY DROWNED IN YARROW Down in yon garden sweet and gay 'Willie's rare, and Willie's fair, And Willie's wondrous bonny; And Willie hecht' to marry me 'O gentle wind, that bloweth south, 'O tell sweet Willie to come doun And leaves around them hinging. 'The lav'rock' there, wi' her white breast 'O Leader haughs are wide and braid There Willie hecht to marry me 'But Willie's gone, whom I thought on, 'Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid, 'O came ye by yon water-side? Or came you by yon meadow green, 1 Promised. • Lark. Meadows by a river. Separated from my mate. She sought him up, she sought him down, She found him drown'd in Yarrow! 303 JOHN LOGAN THE BRAES OF YARROW THY braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, He promised me a milk-white steed Sweet were his words when last we met; Clasp'd in his arms, I little thought His mother from the window look'd 304 His little sister weeping walk'd The green-wood path to meet her brother; No longer from thy window look- No longer seek him east or west And search no more the forest thorough; The tear shall never leave my cheek, And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow. HENRY FIELDING [1707-1754] A HUNTING SONG THE dusky night rides down the sky, The hounds all join in glorious cry, The wife around her husband throws |