The verse wer short, but very good,
I stood an’ larn’d en where I stood:—
“Mid God, dear Meäry, gi’e me greäce
To vind, lik’ thee, a better pleäce,
Where I woonce mwore mid zee thy feäce;
An’ bring thy childern up to know
His word, that they mid come an’ show
Thy soul how much I lov’d thee.”
“Where’s father, then,” I zaid, “my chile?”
“Dead too,” she answer’d wi’ a smile;
“An’ I an’ brother Jim do bide
At Betty White’s, o’ tother zide
O’ road.” “Mid He, my chile,” I cried,
“That’s father to the fatherless,
Become thy father now, an’ bless,
An’ keep, an’ lead, an’ love thee.”
Though she’ve a-lost, I thought, so much,
Still He don’t let the thoughts o’t touch
Her litsome heart by day or night;
An’ zoo, if we could teäke it right,
Do show He’ll meäke his burdens light
To weaker souls, an’ that his smile
Is sweet upon a harmless chile,
When they be dead that lov’d it.
ZUMMER EVENÈN DANCE.
Come out to the parrock, come out to the tree,
The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee;
There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels,
Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels.
Come, all the long grass is a-mow’d an’ a-carr’d,
