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905 A mother's hope is hers;  but soon She drooped and pined like one forlorn; From Scripture she a name [100] did borrow; Benoni, or the child of sorrow, She called her babe unborn. A MOTHER'S HOPE IS HERS BUT SOON SHE DROOPED AND PINED LIKE ONE FORLORN FROM SCRIPTURE SHE A NAME DID BORROW BENONIE OR THE CHILD OF SORROW SHE CALLED HER BABE UNBORN
The language of those drunken joys To him, a jovial soul, I ween, But a few hours ago, had been A gladsome and a welcome noise. 880 _Now_, [98] turned adrift into the past, He finds no solace in his course; Like planet-stricken men of yore, He trembles, smitten to the core By strong compunction and remorse. 885 But, more than all, his heart is stung To think of one, almost a child; A sweet and playful Highland girl, As light and beauteous as a squirrel, As beauteous and as wild! 890 Her dwelling was a lonely house, [99] A cottage in a heathy dell; And she put on her gown of green, And left her mother at sixteen, And followed Peter Bell. 895 But many good and pious thoughts Had she; and, in the kirk to pray, Two long Scotch miles, through rain or snow, To kirk she had been used to go, Twice every Sabbath-day. 900 And, when she followed Peter Bell, It was to lead an honest life; For he, with tongue not used to falter, Had pledged his troth before the altar To love her as his wedded wife. E OVER THAT DULL AND DREARY SOUND FOR WELL DID PETER KNOW THE SOUND THE LANGUAGE OF THOSE DRUNKEN JOYS TO HIM A JOVIAL SOUL I WEEN BUT A FEW HOURS AGO HAD BEEN A GLADSOME AND A WELCOME NOISE NOW TURNED ADRIFT INTO THE PAST HE FINDS NO SOLACE IN HIS COURSE LIKE PLANET STRICKEN MEN OF YORE HE TREMBLES SMITTEN TO THE CORE BY STRONG COMPUNCTION AND REMORSE BUT MORE THAN ALL HIS HEART IS STUNG TO THINK OF ONE ALMOST A CHILD A SWEET AND PLAYFUL HIGHLAND GIRL AS LIGHT AND BEAUTEOUS AS A SQUIRREL AS BEAUTEOUS AND AS WILD HER DWELLING WAS A LONELY HOUSE A COTTAGE IN A HEATHY DELL AND SHE PUT ON HER GOWN OF GREEN AND LEFT HER MOTHER AT SIXTEEN AND FOLLOWED PETER BELL BUT MANY GOOD AND PIOUS THOUGHTS HAD SHE AND IN THE KIRK TO PRAY TWO LONG SCOTCH MILES THROUGH RAIN OR SNOW TO KIRK SHE HAD BEEN USED TO GO TWICE EVERY SABBATH DAY AND WHEN SHE FOLLOWED PETER BELL IT WAS TO LEAD AN HONEST LIFE FOR HE WITH TONGUE NOT USED TO FALTER HAD PLEDGED HIS TROTH BEFORE THE ALTAR TO LOVE HER AS HIS WEDDED WIFE
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