O' runnen carriage wheels, as vo'ks
Out east did ride along the road,
Bezide the low-bough'd woaks,

An' I'd a-lost the zun vrom view,
Until ageaen his feaece mid rise,
A-sheenen vrom the eastern skies
To brighten up the rwose-borne dew;
But still his lingren light did gi'e
My heart a touchen jay, to zee
His beams a-shed, wi' stratchen sheaede,
On east-ward wall an' tree.

When jay, a-zent me vrom above,
Vrom my sad heart is now agone,
An' others be a-walken on,
Amid the light ov Heaven's love,
Oh! then vor loven-kindness seaeke,
Mid I rejaeice that zome do teaeke
My hopes a-gone, until ageaen
My happy dawn do breaek.

VIELDS BY WATERVALLS.

When our downcast looks be smileless,
Under others' wrongs an' slightens,
When our daily deeds be guileless,
An' do meet unkind requitens,
You can meaeke us zome amends
Vor wrongs o' foes, an' slights o' friends;--
O flow'ry-gleaeded, timber-sheaeded
Vields by flowen watervalls!

Here be softest airs a-blowen
Drough the boughs, wi' zingen drushes,
Up above the streams, a-flowen
Under willows, on by rushes.
Here below the bright-zunn'd sky
The dew-bespangled flow'rs do dry,
In woody-zided, stream-divided
Vields by flowen watervalls.

Waters, wi' their giddy rollens;
Breezes wi' their playsome wooens;
Here do heal, in soft consolens,
Hearts a-wrung wi' man's wrong doens.
Day do come to us as gay
As to a king ov widest sway,
In deaeisy-whiten'd, gil'cup-brighten'd
Vields by flowen watervalls.

Zome feaeir buds mid outlive blightens,
Zome sweet hopes mid outlive sorrow.
After days of wrongs an' slightens
There mid break a happy morrow.
We mid have noo e'thly love;
But God's love-tokens vrom above
Here mid meet us, here mid greet us,
In the vields by watervalls.

THE WHEEL ROUTS.

'Tis true I brought noo fortune hwome
Wi' Jenny, vor her honey-moon,
But still a goodish hansel come
Behind her perty soon,
Vor stick, an' dish, an' spoon, all vell
To Jeaene, vrom Aunt o' Camwy dell.

Zoo all the lot o' stuff a-tied
Upon the plow, a tidy tod,
On gravel-crunchen wheels did ride,
Wi' ho'ses, iron-shod,
That, as their heads did nod, my whip
Did guide along wi' lightsome flip.

An' there it rod 'ithin the rwope,
Astrain'd athirt, an' strain'd along,
Down Thornhay's