Joanna Baillie Poems

WILLIE was a wanton wag,
The blithest lad that e'er I saw;
Of field and floor he was the brag,
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SWEET bud of promise, fresh and fair,
Just moving in the morning air,
The morn of life but just begun,
The sands of time just set to run!
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LIKE gleam of sunshine on the mountain's side,
Fair, bright and beautiful, while all beside,
Slope, cliff and pinnacle in shadow lie
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Up! quit thy bower! late wears the hour,
Long have the rooks cawed round the tower;
O'er flower and tree loud hums the bee,
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HOW heavy falls the foot of time!
How slow the ling'ring quarters chime,
Thro' anxious hours of long delay!
In vain we watch the silent glass,
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WHO presses on my knee this kindly pat,
And with a merry archness in my face
Looks up?--a youngling of my own liel race:
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I.
COME rouse thee, lady fair,
The sun is shining brightly,
High through the cloudless air
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UNCONSCIOUS babe!--not even lines like these
Have power thy little slumbering sense to please,
Nor all the charms pourtrayed with so much grace,
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WELCOME , sweet time of buds and bloom, renewing
The earliest objects of delight, and wooing
The notice of the grateful heart! for then
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A JUDGEMENT clear, a pensive mind
With feelings tender and refined;
A generous heart in kindness glowing,
An open hand on all bestowing;
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