Alexander Anderson Poems

I hear the winds of summer rush
Above my head to-day,
As here I sit by Connelbush
To dream one hour away.
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Is wee Jamie waukin' yet?
Lyin' unco lang;
Better cuddlin' in his bed
When his mammy's thrang.
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In the shake and rush of the engine,
In the full, deep breath of his chest,
In the swift, clear clank of the gleaming crank,
In his soul that is never at rest;
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On the down line, and close beside the rail,
A tender violet grew,
A sister spirit, when the stars grew pale,
Gave it a drink of dew.
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Let us sing, my toiling Brothers, with our rough, rude voice a song
That shall live behind, nor do us in the after ages wrong,
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Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall,
But a sweeter light was in us, with a deeper, purer glow—
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God wrapt him in a world of purer light
And clearer thought. His soul
Pulsed into being, gifted with far might.
The roll
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We part: great London with its mighty rush
Of life will daily send its shocks through thine,
As tides go up a river, but on mine
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A dove went up, and struck the air
Impatiently with all her wing;
I said, 'O bird thy journeying
Is like the flight of thought. But where,
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I sit afore a half-oot fire,
An' I am a' my lane,
Nae frien' or fremit daun'ers in,
For a' my fowk are gane.
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