O thou wild rantin' wicked wit; Are thy works, thy fame livin' yet? Will thae daft people never quit An ne'er ha'e done Disturbin' me in my black pit Wi' Burn's fun. ...
(Mr Norman Dewar, commission merchant, a native of Glengarry, Canada who had been assisting Captain McCabe as commissary of the Memphis Relief Committee, died of yellow fever after three days illness A brave and gentle nature, ...
We came to the dividing line, Then he passed over and I am here, Sad and sore is this heart of mine That has no power to shed a tear, For, like one who rises and walks in sleep,...
O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue, With the brain of a statesman sagacious, and strong, And the heart of a poet, half love, and half fire, Thou hast many to love thee and more to admire;...
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 ...
There's a place in the North where the bonnie broom grows, Where winding through green meadows the silver Maine flows, Every lark as it soars and sings that sweet spot knows; For the mate for whom it sings,...
Thou art, and, therefore, Thou art near, oh God! Thick darkness covers me, I cannot see; Is this the Shepherd's crook, or the correcting rod, And by Thy hand, O Father, laid on me? ...