Francis Bennoch

“ That, though our bodies time may change,
⁠Our love shall ne'er decay:
As gently as yon lovely stream
⁠Declining years shall run,
An' life shall pass frae our auld clay
⁠As snow melts 'neath the sun. ”

“ The bud to the blossom—sae thou'rt to my bosom,
⁠Oh wae's my heart, wifie, when parted frae thee.
There's naething availing in weeping and wailing,
⁠Though fortune be failing an' friendship decay:
But love in hearts glowing—its riches bestowing,
⁠Bequeaths us a treasure death takes not away.
Let nae gruesome feeling creep o'er thy heart, stealing
⁠The bloom frae thy cheek when thou'rt thinking of me ”

“ I'd fainly fauld ye in my arms,
⁠An' kiss your bonnie brow!
I'd kiss your bricht and bonnie brow,
⁠An' drink life frae your e'en;
But, oh, this canna be, for now
⁠I'm no' asl ha'e been!
Your life is like the living sun,
⁠That gi'es life to the plain ”