36
Emma gradually became worse, and at last terminated her existence surrounded by her parents and relations. The following epitaph. I was anxious to place upon her grave-stone, but her father disapproved of it:—
Beneath this stone lies a beauteous form,
That seldom is by sinful mortals worn.
A villain sighed, and won, by seduction's art,
The fond affections of a tender heart.
What more, a gen'rous soul will not express.
She sighd―he smil'd, and left her in distress,
Lo, insanity forlorn did succeed,
And laid her low to mingle with the dead.
SONG.
Come awa, my lassie, to Kelvin side,
Whare crystal streamlets smoothly glide;
Then come, my lassie, for I lo'e you dear,
I ha'e a heart that's aye sincere.
There the dew-drap decks the lily fair,
Brighter than the tears o' despair,
Where the gowan fine blooms on Kelvin side,
And gentle as the flowing Clyde.
When summer mild strays o'er the flowery lea
Cheery as thy sweet blinking e'e―
Frae Cadder greenwood sings the mavis sweet,
Where trees, flowers, and woodbines meet,
And form a happy bow'r o' fairy hue,
Mair lovely than the falling dew.
The sun is low, the silver moon is high,
And gladsome is the evening sky.
THE END.
