Example VII.—The Palmer’s Morning Hymn.
“Lauded | be thy | name for | ever, Thou, of | life the | guard and | giver! Thou canst | guard thy | creatures | sleeping, Heal the | heart long | broke with | weeping, Rule the | =ouphes and | =elves at | w=ill Th~at v=ex | th~e =air | _~or h=aunt_ | th~e h=ill, _~And =all_ | th~e f=u | _-r~y s=ub_ | _-j~ect k=eep_ _~Of b=oil_ | _-ing cl=oud_ | _and ch=af_ | _-ed d=eep!_
I have | s=een, and
| w=ell I | kn=ow it!
Thou hast | done, and | Thou
wilt | do it!
God of | stillness | and of
| motion!
Of the | rainbow | and the
| ocean!
Of the | mountain, | rock,
and | river!
Blessed | be Thy | name for
| ever!
I have | seen thy | wondrous
| might
Through the | shadows | of
this | night!
Thou, who | slumber’st
| not, nor | sleepest!
Blest are | they thou | kindly
| keepest!
Spirits, | from the | ocean
| under,
Liquid | flame, and | levell’d
| thunder,
Need not | waken | nor a |-larm
them—
All com |-bined, they | cannot
| harm them.
God of | evening’s |
yellow | ray,
God of | yonder | dawning
| day,
Thine the | flaming | sphere
of | light!
Thine the | darkness | of
the | night!
Thine are | all the | gems
of | even,
God of | angels! | God of
| heaven!”
JAMES
HOGG: Mador of the Moor, Poems, p. 206.
Example VIII—A Short Song, of Two Stanzas.
“Stay, my | charmer, | can
you | leave me?
Cruel, | cruel, | to de |-ceive
me!
Well you | know how | much
you | grieve me:
Cruel | charmer, | can you
| go?
Cruel | charmer, | can you
| go?
By my | love, so | ill re
|-quited;
By the | faith you | fondly
plighted;
By the | pangs of | lovers
slighted;
Do not, | do not | leave me
| so!
Do not, | do not | leave me
| so!”
ROBERT
BURNS: Select Works, Vol. ii, p. 129.
Example IX.—Lingering Courtship.
1. “Never | wedding, | ever | wooing, Still | lovelorn | heart pur |-suing, Read you | not the | wrong you’re | doing, In my | cheek’s pale | hue? All my | life with | sorrow | strewing, Wed, or | cease to | woo.
2. Rivals | banish’d, | bosoms | plighted, Still our | days are | disu |-nited; Now the | lamp of | hope is | lighted, Now half | quench’d ap | -pears, Damp’d, and | wavering, and be | -nighted, Midst my | sighs and | tears.
3.
Charms you | call your | dearest
| blessing,
Lips that | thrill at | your
ca | -ressing,
Eyes a | mutual soul
con | -fessing,
Soon you’ll | make them
| grow
Dim, and | worthless | your
pos | -sessing,
Not with | age, but | woe!”
CAMPBELL:
Everett’s System of Versification, p.
91.