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downe ay.

be sung

Than said the Angell chaist,

Johne, cum kis me now, Be the power of the Haly Gaist,

Johne, cum kis me now,
Quhilk all thing wirk he can.

Johne, cum kis me by and by,
La, lay, la.

And mak no moir adow.

The Lord thy God I am, Elizabeth thy cousing also,

That Johne dois thee call; Sex monthis with chylde can go,

Johne represented man,
At whais birth greit joy sall be.

Be grace celestial,
La, lay, la.

For Johne, Goddis grace it is,
Call him Johne, sayis the Angell bricht,

(Quha list till expone' the same) Quhilk is send be Goddis micht,

Och Johne, thou did amis, The Lordis way prepare sall he.

Quhen that thou loist this name. La, lay, la.

Musing greitly in my mynde, The first part ends with the above

The folie that is in mankynde, hymn, and a note is added as follows:- Quhilk is sa brukill and sa blind,

And downe sall cum, downe ay, Heir endis the Spirituall Sangis, and beginnis the Psalmes of David, with other new pleasand Ballattis. Trans- Downe be yone river I ran, slatit out of Enchiridion Psalmorum, to Downe be yone river I ran,

Thinkand on Christ sa fre The first stanza of the following,

That brocht me to libertie; which most closely adhere to the old

And I ane sinful man. song, of which it is a parody, suffi- [The air of the following is said to ciently indicates the character of the have been a favourite with Henry VIII. hymns, and the tunes to which they The first mention of it by a Scottish were sung.

poet is by Henryson. As showing the

anti-Popish spirit of the times, we give Quho is at my windo? quho, quho? the first four stanzas.] Go from my windo, go, go ;

With huntis up, with huntis up,
Quho callis thair, sa lyke a strangair?

It is now perfite day,
Go from my windo, go!

Jesus our king, is gane hunting,
Lord, I am heir, ane wretchit mortall,

Quha lykis to speid thay may.
That for Thy mercy dois cry and call
Unto Thee, my Lord celestiall,

Ane cursit fox lay hid in rox,
So quho is at my windo, quho.

This lang and mony ane day,

Devouring scheip, quhill he micht creip, In till ane mirthfull May morning

Nane micht him schaip 3 away.
Quhen Phebus did up spring,
Walkand I lay, in ane garding gay,

It did him gude to laip the blude
Thinkand on Christ sa fre :

Of young and tender lammis;

Nane culd he mis for all was his,
Quhilk meiklie for mankynde,
Tholit to be pynde,

The young anes with thair dammis.
On croce cruellie. La, lay, la. I Who chooses to ex-

pound.

2 Rocks. 3 Scare.

The Hunter is Christ, that huntis in haist,

The hundis ar Peter and Paull,
The Paipe is the foxe, Rome is the rox,

That rubbis us on the gall.

For our Gude-man in hevin dois ring'
In gloir and blis without ending,
Quhair Angellis singis ever Osan !?
In laude and praise of our Gude-man.

source.

[The latter portion consists more

largely of anti-Popish squibs, of which God send every Priest ane wife,

the satire is very pungent, and often And every Nunne ane man,

tinged with the old licentiousness; the That they micht live that haly lyfe, As first the Kirk began.

style, too, is somewhat more modern.

The piece, of which the following is a [Comparing the following with Mont specimen, is not presentable as a whole.] gomery's song, shows how closely both

The Paip, that pagane full of pryde, authors have parodied from a common

He hes us blindit lang ;
The air is frequently noticed ;

For quhair the blind the blind dois gyde, the earliest reference is by Dunbar.]

Na wonder thay ga wrang :

Lyke prince and king he led the ring, Hay now, the day dallis,

Of all inquitie : Now Christ on us callis,

Hay trix, tyme go trix,
Now welth on our wallis"

Under the greenwood tree.
Apperis anone.
Now the word of od regnis,

| All my lufe, leif me not, Quhilk is King o all kingis,

Leif me not, leif me not ;
Now Christis flock singis

All my lufe, leif me not,
The nicht is nair gone.

Thus myne alone :
With ane burding on my bak,

I may not beir it, I am sa waik ;
Till our Gude-man, till our Gude-man, Lufe, this burden from me tak,
Keip faith and lufe till? our Gude-man.

Or ellis I am gone.

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If we except Eliza, the nun of Had-, our first poetess. She was the daughter dington, to whom tradition points as of Sir James Melville of Halhill, the the source of both the prophetic and author of a memoir of his own times, poetic inspiration which somewhat and became Lady Culross as the wife of mystically attaches to the name of John Colvil), commendator of Culross. Thomas the Rhymer, Lady Culross is | The few particulars that are preserved

I Waves.

2 Love with.

1 Reign.

2 Hosanna.

I.

do not enable us to say when she of the sentiments that inspired the reliwas born ; but in the dedication to her gious struggles of early Presbyterianism, it of his Poems, in 1598, Alexander Hume is of much historical value ; and, congives as a reason for such dedication, sidering religion as one of the most 6 because ye delite in poesie yourselfe, powerful forces that move the human and as I unfainedly confes, excelles any spirit, its vivid, but sincere and artless of your sexe in that art that ever I heard | exhibition of a poetic imagination under within this nation. I have seen your the dominant influence of this power, is compositiones so copious, so pregnant,

an instructive study, and could hardly so spirituall, that I doubt not but it is incur the contempt of a wise and wide the gift of God in you.” As might be observer of human nature. expected of the author of “The Godly Dream,” she took an active part in the religious controversies of her day, and ANE GODLY DREAM, strongly sympathized with the Presby

COMPILED IN SCOTTISH METRE BY M. terian cause in its struggles.

The first edition of “ The Dream” is M., GENTLEWOMAN IN CULROSS, AT dated Edinburgh, 1603, but it is very

THE REQUEST OF HER FRIENDS. likely to have been composed somewhat earlier. That it was very popular among UPON ane day, as I did mourn full sore, the Presbyterians is amply shown by the With sundry things wherewith my soul number of editions which Dr Laing was grieved, has quoted in his prefatory note to the | My grief increased, and grew more and edition which appears in his Early more, Aletrical Tales, Edinburgh, 1826. This My comfort fled, and could not be relieved; circumstance, he remarks, "might have With heaviness my heart was sae misobtained for it a more favourable regard

chieved, than it has yet experienced. But," he I loathed my life, I could not eat nor drink, continues, “when writers who have

But mused alone, and divers things did

think. treated of early Scottish poets are so ungallant as to dismiss a poem of considerable beauty and imagination, as

The wretched world did sae molest my either unworthy of a single passing re

mind, mark, or as being a nonsensical religious I thought upon this false and iron age ; rhapsody, which should be consigned | And how our hearts were sae to vice into oblivion-surely this is to be con

clined, sidered either as prejudice on their Nothing in earth my sorrow could assuage!

That Satan seemed maist fearfully to rage. part, or the want of taste and discern. I felt my sin maist strangely to increase ; ment, so essential in giving a just I grieved my spreit, that wont to be my estimate of the character and genius of

pledge; our poetical writers.” As an exponent of My soul was drowned into maist deep the spirit that animated, and as a record distress.

II.

VII.

IV.

fill ;

VIII.

III.

Our love grows cold, our zeal is worn All merryness did agravate my pain,

away, And earthly joys did still increase my woe: Our faith is failed, and we are like to fall; In company I nae ways could remain, The lion roars to catch us as his prey. But fied resort and so alone did go. Make haste, O Lord ! before we perish all. My silly soul was tossèd to and fro With sundry thoughts whilk troubled me full sore ;

“Thir are the days that Thou sae lang I pressed to pray, but sighs overset me so,

foretold I could do nought but sigh, and say no

Should come before this wretched world

should end ; more.

Now vice abounds, and charity grows cold, The twinkling tears abundantly ran down, And even Thine own most strongly does My heart was easèd when I mourned my The devil prevails, his forces he does bend,

offend :

Gif it could be, to wreck Thy children dear;
Then I began my lamentation,
And said, "O Lord ! how long is it Thy But we are Thine, therefore some succour
will

send, -
That Thy poor sancts shall be afflicted Receive our souls, we irk to wander here.

still? Alas ! how long shall subtle Sathan rage?

"What can we do? we clogged are with Make haste, O Lord ! Thy promise to ful

sin,

In filthy vice our senseless souls are Make haste to end our painful pilgrimage. drowned ;

Though we resolve we never can begin

To mend our lives, but sin does still a“Thy silly saints are tossed to and fro,

bound. Awake, O Lord! why sleepest Thou sae

When will Thou come? When shall Thy
lang?
We have nae strength agains our cruel foe, trumpet sound ?
In sighs and sobs now changed is our sang.

When shall we see that great and glorious
The world prevails, our enemies are strang,

day? The wicked rage, but we are poor and

O save us, Lord ! out of this pit profound, wake ::

And reive' us from this loathsome lump

of clay! O show Thyself ! with speed revenge our wrang,

IX. Make short thir days, even for Thy chosen's “Thou knows our hearts, thou sees our sake.

hail desire,

Our secret thoughts are not hid far frae "Lord Jesus come, and save Thy own

Thee ; elect,

Though we offend, Thou knows we
For Sathan seeks our simple souls to slay; strongly tire
The wicked world does strangely us infect, To bear this weight our spreits would
Most monstrous sins increases day by day: fain be free.
1 Weak.

Separate, rive.

fill ;

V.

VI.

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sad ;

I

Alas ! O Lord ! what pleasure can it be With loving looks, and with ane smiling To live in sin, that sair does press us cheir, down?

He asked me, "Why art thou thus sae O give us wings, that we aloft may flie And end the fecht,' that we may wear the Why groans thou so? What does thou crown."

dwining? here

With careful 3 eyes in this thy baleful bed? X. Before the Lord, when I had thus com

XIII. plained,

I hear thy sighs, I see thy twinkling My mind grew calm, my heart was at tears, great rest ;

Thou seems to be in some perplexity : Though I was faint, from food yet I re- What means thy moans? What is the frained,

thing thou fears? And went to bed because I thought it Whom would thou have? In what place best :

would thou be? With heaviness my spreit was sae opprest, Faint not sae fast in thy adversity, I fell on sleep, and sae again, methought, Mourn not sae sair sen mourning may I made my moan, and then my grief in- not mend ; creased,

Lift up thy heart, declare thy grief to me, And from the Lord, with tears, I succour Perchance thy pain brings pleasure in sought.

the end."

XIV. Lord Jesus, come," said I, “and end my I sighed again, and said, “Alas! for woe! grief!

My grief is great, I can it not declare; My spreit is vext, the captive would be into this earth I wander to and fro,

Ane pilgrim poor, consumed with sighing All vice abounds, O send us some relief! I loath to live, I wish dissolved to be : My sins, alas ! increases more and more ; My spreit does long and thirsteth after I loathe my life, I irk to wander here ; Thee,

I long for Heaven, my heritage

there ; As thirsty ground requires ane shower of I long to live with my Redeemer dear." rain ;

XV. My heart is dry as fruitless barren tree,

“Is this the cause?" said he ; “rise up I feel myself, how can I here remain !"

anon, And follow me, and I shall be thy guide ;

And from thy sighs leave off thy heavy With sighs and sobs, as I did so lament, moan, Into my Dream I thought there did appear Refrain from tears, and cast thy care aside; Ane sight maist sweet, whilk made me Trust in my strength, and in my word weel content,

confide, Ane angel bright, with visage shining And thou shall have thy heavy heart's clear,

desire :

XI.

free ;

sore ;

XII.

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