EBENEZER ELLIOTT

Though myriads go with him who goes, Alone he goes where no wind blows, Unto the land which no one knows.

For all must go where no wind blows, And none can go for him who goes ; None, none return whence no one kndws.

Yet why should he who shrieking goes With millions, from a world of woes, Reunion seek with it or those?

Alone with God, where no wind blows, And Death, his shadow doom'd, he goes- That God is there the shadow shows.

O shoreless Deep, where no wind blows ! And thou, O Land which no one knows ! That God is All, His shadow shows.

��ALLAN CUNNINGHAM

��. The Sun rises bright in France

��HTHE sun rises bright in France,

• And fair sets he;

But he has tint the blythe blink he had In my ain countree.

O, it's nae my ain ruin

That saddens aye my e'e, But the dear Marie I left behin*

Wi' sweet bairnies three. 589. tint] lost

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