The morning cloud is tassel'd wi' gowd,

Like my luve's broider'd cap,

An' on the mantle which my luve wears

Are monie a gowden drap.

Her bonnie ee bree's a holie arch,

Cast by no earthly han',

An' the breath o' God's atween the lips

O' my bonnie Lady Ann!

BONNIE LADY ANN.

I am her father's gardener lad,
And poor poor is my fa';

My auld mither gets my wee wee fee,

Wi' fatherless bairnies twa.

My Lady comes, my Lady goes

Wi' a fu' an' kindly han';

O the blessing o' God maun mix wi' my luve,

An' fa' on Lady Ann!

SONG.

Allan Cunningham.

I NEVER knew how dear thou wert,
Till I was on the silent sea;
And then my lone and musing heart

Sent back its passionate thoughts to thee.
When the wind slept on ocean's breast,

And the moon smiled above the deep,

I longed thus o'er thy spirit's rest,
A vigil like yon moon to keep.

When the gales rose, and, tempest-tossed,

Our struggling ship was sore beset,

Our topsails rent, our bearing lost,
And fear in every spirit met-
Oh! then, amid the midnight storm,
Peace on my soul thy memory shed:
The floating image of thy form

Made strong my heart amid its dread.

Yes! on the dark and troubled sea,

I strove my spirit's depths to know, And found its deep, deep love for thee,

Fathomless as the gulfs below.

The waters bore me on my way

Yet, oh! more swift than rushing streams,

To thee flew back, from day to day,

My clinging love-my burning dreams.

Catherine Warfield.

BERTHA.

Two days the Lady gazed toward the west, The way that he had gone; and when the third From its high noon sloped to a rosy close,

Upon the western margin of the isle,

Feeding her petted swans, by tossing bread

Among the clumps of water-lilies white,

She stood. The fond Day pressed against her face;
His am'rous, airy fingers with her robe

Fluttered and played, and trembling, touched her throat,
And toying with her ringlets, could have died
Upon her sweet lips and her happy cheeks!
With a long rippling sigh she turned away,
And wished the sun was underneath the hills.
Anon she sang; and ignorant Solitude,
Astonished at the marvel of her voice,
Stood tranced and mute as savage at the door
Of rich cathedral when the organ rolls,
And all the answering choirs awake at once.
Then she sat down and thought upon her love;
Fed on the various wonders of his face,
To make his absence rich. ""Tis but three days
Since he went from me in his light canoe,
And all the world went with him, and to-night
He will be back again. Oh, when he comes,
And when my head is laid upon his breast,
And in the pauses of the sweetest storm

Of kisses that e'er beat upon a face,

I'll tell him how I've pined, and sighed, and wept,

And thought of those sweet days and nights that flew

BERTHA.

O'er us unheeded as a string of swans,

That wavers down the sky toward the sea,-
And he will chide me into blissful tears,

Then kiss the tears away."

"He comes! he comes!"

Quick leapt she up,

She laughed, and clapt her hands.

A light canoe came dancing o'er the lake,
And he within it gave a cry of joy.

She sent an answer back that drew him on.
The swans are scared,-the lilies rippled-now
Her happy face is hidden in his breast,

And words are lost in joy. "My Bertha! let
Me see myself again in those dear orbs.

Have you been lonely, love?" She raised her head,
"You surely will not leave me so again!

I'll grow as pale's the moon, and my praised cheeks
Will be as wet as April's, if you do."

As when the moon hath sleeked the blissful sea,

A light wind wrinkles it and passes off,

So ran a transient trouble o'er his face.

"My Bertha! we must leave this isle to-night.
Thy shining face is blanked! We will return
Ere thrice the day, like a great bird of light,
Flees 'cross the dark, and hides it with his wings."
"Ah, wherefore?" "Listen; I will tell you why.

"I stood afar upon the grassy hills;

I saw the country with its golden slopes,

And woods, and streams, run down to meet the sea.

I saw the basking ocean skinned with light.

I saw the surf upon the distant sands

Silent and white as snow. Above my head
A lark was singing, 'neath a sunny cloud,
Around the playing winds. As I went down
There seemed a special wonder on the shore:
Low murmuring crowds around a temple stood;

There was a wildered music on the air,

Which came and went, yet ever nearer grew,