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 21 Ilka sound and charm delighting: Wit (though hardly fit to gang) Wander'd on through scenes inviting, List'ning to the mavis' sang, Faint at length, the day fast closing, On a fragrant strawberry steep, Esk's sweet streams to rest composing, Wearied Nature drapt asleep. " Soldier, rise. ---the dews o' e'ening Gathering fa', wi' deadly scaith, Wounded soldier, if complaining, Sleep nas here and catch your death. Traveller, waken, -night advancing Cloads wi grey the neeboring hill, Lambs nae mair on knowes are dancing-- A' the woods are mute and still." What hue I, (cried Willie, waking.) What hae I frae night to dree? Mora, through clouds in splendour breaking, Lights nae brightning hope to me! Ilouse, nor hame, nor farm; nor stedding, WIEE nor BAIRNS hue I to see! House nor hame !..-nor bed nor bedding, What hae I frae night to dree?' "Sair, alas! and sad and many Are the ills poor mortals share --- Yet, tho' hame nor bed ye nae nae, Yield nas, soldier, to Dispuir ! What's this life, sae wae and wearie, If Hope's bright'ning beams should fail? See !-tho' night comes dark and carie, Yon sma' cot-light cheers the dale! There, tho' Walth and Waste ne'er riot, Humbler joys their comforts shed,