The Old Stoic.

"A little while, a little while,     The weary task is put away,     And I can sing and I can smile,     Alike, while I have holiday.     Why"

"Love is like the wild rose-briar,     Friendship like the holly-tree,     The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms     But which will bloom"

"On a sunny brae alone I lay     One summer afternoon;     It was the marriage-time of May,     With her young lover, June.     From her mothe"

"Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,     And some may quite forget thy name;     But my sad heart must ever mourn     Thy ruined hopes, thy"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"