Since last Fall be woone year wolder.
Woone year wolder, woone year dearer,
Till when they do leave my he'th,
I shall be noo mwore a hearer
O' their vaices or their me'th.

There dead ash leaves be a-toss'd
In the wind, a-blowen stronger,
An' our life-time, since we lost
Souls we lov'd, is woone year longer.
Woone year longer, woone year wider,
Vrom the friends that death ha' took,
As the hours do teaeke the rider
Vrom the hand that last he shook.

No. If he do ride at night
Vrom the zide the zun went under,
Woone hour vrom his western light
Needen meaeke woone hour asunder;
Woone hour onward, woone hour nigher
To the hopeful eastern skies,
Where his mornen rim o' vier
Soon ageaen shall meet his eyes.

Leaves be now a-scatter'd round
In the wind, a-blowen bleaker,
An' if we do walk the ground
Wi' our life-strangth woone year weaker.
Woone year weaker, woone year nigher
To the pleaece where we shall vind
Woone that's deathless vor the dier,
Voremost they that dropp'd behind.

LIZZIE.

O Lizzie is so mild o' mind,
Vor ever kind, an' ever true;
A-smilen, while her lids do rise
To show her eyes as bright as dew.
An' comely do she look at night,
A-dancen in her skirt o' white,
An' blushen wi' a rwose o' red
Bezide her glossy head.

Feaeir is the rwose o' blushen hue,
Behung wi' dew, in mornen's hour,
Feaeir is the rwose, so sweet below
The noontide glow, bezide the bow'r.
Vull feaeir, an' eet I'd rather zee
The rwose a-gather'd off the tree,
An' bloomen still with blossom red,
By Lizzie's glossy head.

Mid peace droughout her e'thly day,
Betide her way, to happy rest,
An' mid she, all her weanen life,
Or maid or wife, be loved and blest.
Though I mid never zing anew
To neaeme the maid so feaeir an' true,
A-blushen, wi' a rwose o' red,
Bezide her glossy head.

BLESSENS A-LEFT.

Lik' souls a-toss'd at sea I bore
Sad strokes o' trial, shock by shock,
An' now, lik' souls a-cast ashore
To rest upon the beaeten rock,
I still do seem to hear the sound
O' weaeves that drove me vrom my track,
An' zee my strugglen hopes a-drown'd,
An' all my jays a-floated back.
By storms a-toss'd, I'll gi'e God praise,
Wi' much a-lost I still ha' jays.
My peace is rest, my faith is hope,
An' freedom's my unbounded scope.