David Wingate

Poems and Songs David Wingate

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...ain broon, That ne'er in forced ringlets waved wantonly roon, But aye in smooth braids, that fu' brawly could show How humble and mild was the Dominie's Oe. The Dominie's voice Had nae need to sound twice Oe--Granddaughter. To lay the air-castles o' schule-callans low, Sae sonorous and stern--'Twas the dread o' ilk bairn--Far different frae that o' the Dominie's Oe. Her voice was as sweet as the laverock's at dawn, That through the grey mist cheers his mate on the lawn; Sae rich when she sang--when she spak aye sae low--Ilk bairn liked to crack wi' the Dominie's Oe. In the Dominie's life Ups and downs had been rife, Romance circling round him wi' strange checkering flow; Better times he had seen, And far puirer had been, Though nane heard the tale but the Dominie's Oe. She kent in what fancies the auld man took pride, What memories to harp on, what themes to avoid, To chase away sadness and charm away woe; And sweet was the task to the Dominie's Oe. In the Dominie's chair, When at e'en he sat there, Enjoying the bliss slippered ease can bestow, On the lines of his face Sober lair had chief place, As learnedly and kindly he cracked wi' his Oe. How happy was she when a blithe thing he said! How sweet were the smiles round her dimples that played! But fast fell her tears when he spak o' that woe That left him alane in the world wi' his Oe. In the Dominie's heart Preyed ae care which nae art, Xae wiles o' the maiden, could soothe or o'erthrow, " Life's sand's running fast--When the last grain hath past, In a' the wide worl' wha'll befriend my sweet Oe?" Puir man! he ne'er dreamed that a secret she had--That far owre the sea thrave her ain faithfu' lad--Until his return brang a love-worthy jo, Wi' comfort for life to the Dominoe's Oe. H MY...