Endex of Marginal Quotations.

The figures in brackets indicate the number of Marginal Quotations
from any given author.

MARGINAL QUOTATIONS FROM POETS NOT INCLUDED
IN THE PRESENT SELECTION.

"EYE OF THE BRAIN AND HEART, O GENIUS, INNER sight,-THOMAS AIRD)

'I, BEAUTY, DWELL WITH HIM WHO MADE GREEN EARTH,-(AIRD)

THE GOLDEN BOOK

OF

ENGLISH SONG.

Thomas Aird.

[THOMAS AIRD was born at Bowden, in Roxburghshire, August 28, 1802; educated at the University of Edinburgh; and in 1835 appointed editor of the Dumfries Herald, a post which he held until 1863. His chief works are his "Religious Characteristics," published in 1827; "The Old Bachelor in the Old Scottish Village," 1845; and his "Poems," collected in 1848. Of these the most remarkable are "The Devil's Dream on Mount Aksbeck," and the "Demoniac," which are characterized by a wild, lurid splendour of language and imagery. Many of his minor pieces are very graceful and melodious.]

MY MOTHER'S GRAVE.

RISE, and sit in soft attire!

Wait but to know my soul's desire!
I'd call thee back to earthly days,

To cheer thee in a thousand ways!
Ask but this heart for monument,
And mine shall be a large content!

A crown of brightest stars to thee!
How did thy spirit wait for me,

THE PICTURED SEASONS, AND THE HOSTS OF HEAVEN." T. AIRD.

WONDERS FROM THE FAMILIAR START IN THY DECISIVE LIGHT."-T. AIRD.

"SFE THE PURPLE PASSAGE RISE.-MANY-ARCHED OF CENTURIES THOMAS AIRD)

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LABOUR, ART, WORSHIP, LOVE, THESE MAKE MAN'S LIfe!"—aird.

THOMAS AIRD.

And nurse thy waning light, in faith
That I should stand 'twixt thee and death!

Then tarry on thy bowing shore,
Till I have asked thy sorrows o'er!

I came not, and I cry to save

Thy life from the forgetful grave
One day, that I may well declare
How I have thought of all thy care,
And love thee more than I have done,
And make thy days with gladness run.

I'd tell thee where my youth has been;
Of perils past, of glories seen;
I'd tell thee all my youth has done,
And ask of things to choose and shun;
And smile at all thy needless fears,

But bow before thy solemn tears.

Come, walk with me and see fair Earth,
And men's glad ways, and join their mirth!
Ah me! is this a bitter jest?
What right have I to break thy rest?
Well hast thou done thy worldly task,
Nothing hast thou of me to ask.

Men wonder till I pass away,
They think not but of useless clay:
Alas for Age, that this should be !
But I have other thoughts of thee;
And I would wade thy dusty grave

To kiss the head I cannot save.

REST AFTER TOH, SWEET HEALING AFTER PAIN."-THOMAS AIRD.

GENIUS BUILT IT LONG AND VAST. AND O'ER IT SOCIAL KNOWLEDGE passed."-AIRD.

MOH,,

SPEEDS THE CHURCH, WITH HORNS OF LIGHT,

TO PUSH AND PIERCE THE HEATHEN NIGHT?

"IN SLEEP WE LAPSE AND LOSE OURSELVES AWAY, T. AIRD)

AND THUS EACH NIGHT OUR DEATH DO WE REHEARSE.

AIRD.

WHAT PROMISE OF THE COMING DAY, WHEN SIN AND PAIN SHALL PASS AWAY?"-THOMAS AIRD.