20 "Sair, alas! and sad and many Are the ills poor mortals share; Yet, though hame nor bed ye ha'e na, Yield na, soldier, to despair. What's this life, sae wae and wearie, If hope's bright'ning beams should fail ? See-though night comes dark and eerie, Yon sma' cot-light cheers the dale. There, though wealth and waste ne'er roit, Humbler joys their comforts shed Labour, health, content, and quiet; Mourner, there ye'll find a bed. Wife, 'tis true, wi' bairnies smiling, There, alas ! ye needna seek- Yet there bairns, ilk wae beguiling, Paint wi' smiles a mothers cheek : A' her earthly pride and pleasure Left to cheer her widowed lot ; A' her worldly wealth and treasure To adore her lonely cot. Cheer, then, soldier ! 'midst affliction Bright'ning joys will often shine ; Virtue aye claims Heaven's protection- Trust to Providence divine !" PART VI. Sweet as Rosebank's woods and river, Cool when summer's sunbeams dart, Came ilk word, and cooled the fever That lang burned at Willie's heart.
