below; up there above
Wer bright-ey'd me'th below the tree.

Down there the merry vo'k did vill
The stwonen doorway, now so still;
An' zome did joke, wi' ceaesement wide,
Wi' other vo'k a-stood outside,
Wi' words that head by head did heed.
Below blue sky an' blue-smok'd tun,
'Twer jay to zee an' hear their fun,
But sweeter jay up here above
Wi' bright-ey'd me'th below the tree.

Now unknown veet do beaet the vloor,
An' unknown han's do shut the door,
An' unknown men do ride abrode,
An' hwome ageaen on thik wold road,
Drough geaetes all now a-hung anew.
Noo mind but mine ageaen can call
Wold feaeces back around the wall,
Down there below, or here above,
Wi' bright-ey'd me'th below the tree.

Aye, pride mid seek the crowded pleaece
To show his head an' frownen feaece,
An' pleasure vlee, wi' goold in hand,
Vor zights to zee vrom land to land,
Where winds do blow on seas o' blue:--
Noo wealth wer mine to travel wide
Vor jay, wi' Pleasure or wi' Pride:
My happiness wer here above
The feaest, wi' me'th below the tree.

The wild rwose now do hang in zight,
To mornen zun an' evenen light,
The bird do whissle in the gloom,
Avore the thissle out in bloom,
But here alwone the tree do leaen.
The twig that woonce did whiver there
Is now a limb a-wither'd beaere:
Zoo I do miss the sheaede above
My head, an' me'th below the tree.

TREAT WELL YOUR WIFE.

No, no, good Meaester Collins cried,
Why you've a good wife at your zide;
Zoo do believe the heart is true
That gi'ed up all bezide vor you,
An' still beheaeve as you begun
To seek the love that you've a-won
When woonce in dewy June,
In hours o' hope soft eyes did flash,
Each bright below his sheaedy lash,
A-glisnen to the moon.

Think how her girlhood met noo ceaere
To peaele the bloom her feaece did weaer,
An' how her glossy temple prest
Her pillow down, in still-feaeced rest,
While sheaedes o' window bars did vall
In moonlight on the gloomy wall,
In cool-air'd nights o' June;
The while her lids, wi' benden streaeks
O' lashes, met above her cheaeks,
A-bloomen to the moon.

Think how she left her childhood's pleaece,
An' only sister's long-known feaece,
An' brother's jokes so much a-miss'd,
An' mother's cheaek, the last a-kiss'd;
An' how she lighted down avore
Her new abode, a husband's door,
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