The Bijou

The Bijou;

or Annual of Literature and the Arts

compiled by William Fraser

London: William Pickering,


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An Aged Widow's Own Words
By James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd
O IS he gane my good auld man? 1
And am I left forlorn? 2
And is that manly heart at rest,, 3
The kindest e'ver was born? 4

We've sojourned here through hope and fear 5
For fifty years and three, 6
And ne'er in all that happy time, 7
Said he harsh word to me. 8

And mony a braw and boardly son 9
And daughters in their prime, 10
His tremling hand laid in the grave; 11
Lang, lang afore the time. 12

I dinna greet the day to see 13
That he to them has gane, 14
But O 'tis feafu' thus to be 15
Left in a world alane. 16

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Wi' a poor worn and broken heart, 17
Whose race of joy is run,. 18
And scarce has little opening left, 19
For aught aneath the sun. 20

My life nor death I winna crave, 21
Nor fret for yet despond, 22
But a' my hope is in the grave 23
And the dear hame beyond. 24
from The Bijou, 1828, pp. 26-27
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