...brawnie quey ; I'se gie them a' to my Marion Just on her bridal day. OLD SCOTTISH SONG. The Indian Tree. They tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the...wander free, And shoot and blossom wide and high, Yet better loves to bend its arms Downwards again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills...

...all that laughs Abroad, at home, laugh out for me ! 155 TO MY MOTHER. Written in a Pocket Book, 1822. THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander freCj And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that...

...snoring. TO MY MOTHER. Written in a Pocket Book, 1828. THEY tell ns of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'erthe sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far hetter loves to hend its arms Downward again to that dear earth. From which the life, that 811s and...

...slept at all, Now took, tlie rogue to downright snoring. TO MY MOTHER. Written in a Pocket Book, 1822. THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wunder free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again...

...let all that laughs Abroad, at home, laugh out for me! TO MY MOTHKR. Written in a Pockct-Bool; 183?. THEY tell us of an Indian tree Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs lo wander free. And shoot and blossom, wide .nul ln¡;li. Far better loves to bend ils arms Downward...

...me! It) MY MOTHER. Written in a Pocket-Book, 1811. THEY tell us of an Indian tree Which, howsoe'cr the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free....Downward again to that dear earth From which the life, lhat fills aiid warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'T » thus, though woo'd by nattering friends....

...hut it must he added, a much hetter sleep, then the rich old citizen. Leigh Hunt. LINES TO MY MOTHER. THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its houghs to wander free, And shoot, and hlossom, wide and high, Far hetter loves to hend its arms Downward...

...like to repeat some beautiful lines of Moore to his Mother, in which he alludes to the Banyan: — They tell us of an Indian tree Which, howsoe'er the...blossom wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downwards again to that dear earth From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first...

...of nn Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and slcy Muy tempt its boughs to wander free. And Bboot, and blossom, wide and high. Far better loves to bend...to that dear earth. From which the life that fills und warms Its grateful being, first hod birth. Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friend*, And fed...

...like to repeat some beautiful lines of Moore to his Mother, in which he alludes to the Banyan: — They tell us of an Indian tree Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its houghs to wander free, And shoot and blossom wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downwards...