For evermore in safety, by the Lamb led to the valleys,
Where the light of God is brooding, and life's storms are ever
furled;
No more watching, no more praying, no more guarding from the malice
Of all evil, lest her garments should be spotted by the world.
Heaven draws nearer in our sorrow, and the earth-born cares keep
silence,
And the still, small voice says kindly, "Though the child may come no
more,
Time is passing, and the moment approaches from the distance,
When the message to come after will appear within the door."
Oh, well it is for baby, safe, and past all toil and grieving,
The dear head is laid so early on a loving Saviour's breast;
Be not faithless, oh my friends, but submissive and believing,
The Hand that makes no blunders hath laid the babe at rest
TO ELIZABETH RAY
First of women, best of friends
Take what a village rhymer sends,
A tear wet trifle sent to tell
The giver must bid thee farewell!
And shall I then when o'er the sea
Forget thee? No, it cannot be
When thinking of much loved Grace Hill,
[1] Its drops of joy, its drafts of ill
I shed the fond regretting tear,
For those I did I do hold dear,
First shall mid those I parted with
Stand Friendship's Ray Elizabeth
[Footnote 1: Burns]
1844
FAREWELL TO LORD AND LADY DUFFERIN
In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well
Holding the helm of state through all these years
The land at large unites in a farewell
That's mingled with regret akin to tears
My Lord, we welcomed you in coming here
As one our gracious Queen thought fit to send
Your term of office hath so made you dear
We say farewell to you as friend to friend
It is not homage paid to honours worn
Lightly, as that which comes to one unsought;
Nor to thy high desent, oh nobly born
Nor to the aristocracy of thought.
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