But all a-took to heav’n, an’ stow’d
Where we can’t weäste em on the road,
As we do wander to an’ fro,
Down here below—My Meärianne.
But there be jaÿs I’d soonest choose
To keep, vrom them that I must lose;
Your workzome hands to help my tweil,
Your cheerful smile—O Meärianne.
The Zunday bells o’ yonder tow’r,
The moonlight sheädes o’ my own bow’r,
An’ rest avore our vier-zide,
At evenèn-tide—My Meärianne.
VO’K A-COMÈN INTO CHURCH.
The church do zeem a touchèn zight,
When vo’k, a-comèn in at door,
Do softly tread the long-aïl’d vloor
Below the pillar’d arches’ height,
Wi’ bells a-pealèn,
Vo’k a-kneelèn,
Hearts a-healèn, wi’ the love
An’ peäce a-zent em vrom above.
An’ there, wi’ mild an’ thoughtvul feäce,
Wi’ downcast eyes, an’ vaïces dum’,
The wold an’ young do slowly come,
An’ teäke in stillness each his pleäce,
A-zinkèn slowly,
Kneelèn lowly,
Seekèn holy thoughts alwone,
In praÿ'r avore their Meäker’s throne.
