O Rafe the page! O Rafe the page ! O Rafe the page! O Rafe the page! Glenkindie came within the hall; And gave him bread, and gave him wine, -We set for him the guests' high chair, And spread the naperie : Our Dame herself would serve for him, And I for Rafe, perdie ! LONG years their cabin stood Out on the moor ; Pass'd through their door; There on that heap of fern, Lieth the wretched kérn, Waiting for death : Famine had brought him low; Fever had caught him so, O thou sharp-grinding woe, Outwear thy sheath! Dying, or living here Which is the worse? Misery's heavy tear, Back to thy source ! Who dares to lift her head Up from the scarcely dead? Who pulls the crazy shed Down on the corse? What though some rent was due, What though that home may be Forth from His face? Widow'd and orphan'd ones, Where will you lay your bones? Bad was your best. Out on the dreary road, Where shall be their abode ? PATIENCE1 Be patient, O be patient! Put your ear against the earth ; Listen there how noiselessly the germ o' the seed has birth ; How noiselessly and gently it upheaves its little way Till it parts the scarcely-broken ground, and the blade stands up in the day. Be patient, O be patient! the germs of mighty thought Must have their silent undergrowth, must underground be wrought; But, as sure as ever there's a Power that makes the grass appear, Our land shall be green with Liberty, the blade-time shall be here. 1 From his early Poems of Freedom. t LOVE AND YOUTH Two winged genii in the air I greeted as they pass'd me by : The other shouted joyously. As swift and careless as the wind, But follow'd soon his fellow's track. TOO LATE YES! thou art fair, and I had lov'd Though I may watch thy opening bloom, Yet, had I shar'd thy course of years, |