Dear friend, your photo I received;
It's really very good;
So please accept my thanks in rhyme--
You've caught me in the mood.
Though the photographic art is great,
And wonderful withal,
No shade can be as good to me
As the original.
Thanks; I will safely keep and
Your beautiful reflection,
And every time I look at it
'Twill bring to recollection
A pleasant summer holiday
'Mid rural scenes so fair;
In ease of mind, with friends so kind,
My memory lingers there.
"SOMETHING WRANG."
_Lines on seeing a delicate boy, on a cold day, thinly clad, wearing
boots minus the soles._
Puir wee shilpit, feckless bairn,
Ma hert is sair tae see ye;
An' tho' I haena' muckle pooer
I'll dae ma best tae help ye.
I hae a pound that I had saved
Against a rainy day;
'Twad burn ma pooch while ye're in want,
I'll spend it come what may.
An' when it's dune some ither freen'
May tak' thy hapless form,
An' biel ye frae the frosty wun'
An' frae the winter storm.
Ye'r sad dark een look intae mine
An gie ma hert a pang,
They humbly tell, tho' tongue be still,
There's shairly something wrang.
Then tae a system that's accurs't
May every ill betide
That winna fin' the bairns in meat
An' raiment fit provide.