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Records and Other Poems

By the late Robert Leighton
Leighton, Robert (1822-1869)

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MUSINGS.
  
THE GARLAND.
  
RESIGNATION.
  
THOUGHTS.
  
FIRST BE, THEN TEACH.
  
LOWLY WORK.
  
I CANNOT.
  
DUTY.
  
THE BOOK.
  
IN A ROMAN-CATHOLIC CHAPEL.
  
THE ONLY STRENGTH.
  
GOD EVER NEAR.
  
YORK MINSTER.
  
FACES AND PLACES.
  
BOOKS.
  
HOME-CONTENT.
  
HOME-BEAUTY.
  
A HARD BOOK.
  
SUMMER-RESURRECTION.
  
THE YEAR'S FIRST SWALLOW.
  
THE BREATH OF WHIN.
  
SYMBOLS.
  
UNPAID WORK.
  
WEALTH OF THOUGHT.
  
CONCEIT.
  
MEN'S POSITIONS.
  
MODERN PROGRESS.
  
THE PRESAGE.
  
PRESENCES.
  
SEED-THOUGHTS.
  
THE THOUGHT-SPHERE.
  
SLEEP AND DEATH.
  
BEAUTY.
  
ART.
  
EVER YOUNG.
  
ALL SEASONS BLESSED.
  
THE BEGGAR.
  
PHILANTHROPY.
  
THE BLUE-EYED CALF.
  
THE RIVER IN STORM.
  
THE RIVER IN CALM.
  
SEEMING EVILS.
  
CONSCIOUS-WRONG.
  
THE RAIN FALLS EQUALLY.
  
THE GORSY GLEN.
  
I KNOW THE FACE.
  
FLOWERS.
  
OUR CHAPEL.
  
MUSIC.
  
TEARS.
  
JENNY LIND.
  
NATURE'S HARMONIES.
  
THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARK.
  
GONE.
  
SABBATH.
  
JUDGMENTS.
  
BEAUTY AND RECTITUDE.
  
TRUE MARRIAGE.
  
THE SPIDERS.
  
THE BUNCH OF LARKS.
  
NAMES OF FLOWERS.
  
ETERNITY FOR ALL.
  
THE QUESTION.
  
MUCH LEARNING.
  
THE DRIED-UP FOUNTAIN.
  
GLEN-MESSEN.
  
TRUE POSSESSION.
  
THE OLD YEAR.
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SONNETS.
  
PRELUDE TO A FIRST EDITION.
  
TO A LIGHTHOUSE AT NIGHT,
  
TWENTY-ONE.
  
WRITTEN ON MAY MORNING.
  
AFTER A THUNDERSTORM.
  
RELIEF IN POETRY.
  
THE DRUNKARD'S SONNET.
  
GOD'S DIMNESS.
  
UNLOSABLE FRIENDS.
  
NEAR DUNBAR.
  
PATRIOT AND POET. 1864.
  
TO THE REV. HUGH STOWELL BROWN.
  
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
  
RETROSPECTION.
  
TO MY BELOVED.
  
THE LONE SOUL.
  
THE DAWS.
  
“WHAT PLACE IS THIS?”
  
TIME STEALS AWAY.
  
TO MY UNCLE.
  
THE GUILTY SOUL.
  
MAN IS A VAPOUR.
  
TO SLEEP.
  
AT THE GRAVE OF MARGARET.
  
SELF-SUMMONING.
  
GO HOME, GO HOME.
  
YE THREE VOYCES.
  
THE WORLD'S FALSENESS.
  
TRUST, IN DESPONDENCY.
  
FRAGMENTS OF A MEDITATION.
  
WE ARE EVER GETTING.
  
THE LIGHT OF STARS.
  
NO END.
  
LET US REJOICE THAT WE ARE POOR.
  
WE ARE FRUIT TREES ALL.
  
OUR WEALTH IS WITHIN US.
  
LITTLE KATE.
  
THE LONELY ISLE.
  
THE POET'S THIRST.
  
IF THOU WOULDST BE A POET.
  
THE COBWEB IN THE SKY.
  
OUR NEW-BORN.
  
THE BLUSTERING NIGHT.
  
THE BLEAK BEGINNING OF NOVEMBER.
  
THE NIGHT'S UNRULY.
  
JOHN FROST.
  
THE FOG.
  
LATE SPRING.
  
WITHERING LILIES.
  
THE QUESTIONER.
  
TO A SPARROW IN THE CHURCH.
  
LILY.
  
THE OLDEN TOWN.
  
FOR THE CENTENARY OF ROBERT BURNS.
  
THE FOX FAMINE IN AYRSHIRE.
  
THE DUKE OF BRUNSWICK'S DIAMONDS.
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SCOTTISH POEMS.
  
THE LADDIE'S LAMENTATION ON THE LOSS O' HIS WHITTLE.
  
THE GABERLUNZIE'S SONG.
  
JOHN AND TIBBIE'S DISPUTE.
  
SPUNK JANET'S CURE FOR LOVE.
  
WIDOW SALMON'S PRAYER,
  
MY MITHER'S GRAVE.
  
THE WEE HERD LOON.
  
SIGNS O' RAIN.
  
PEASE BROSE.
  
THE AULD GABERLUNZIE IS DEAD AND AWA'.
  
MY GRAY SUIT.
  
AULD JOHN BROON.

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BEAUTY.

There is not anything the soul more craves
Than Beauty. It exalts the merest line
That through our every-day experience waves—
Seeks blindly the Divine.
For what, in very truth, is this we crave,
Which neither loads the board nor fills the purse?
Yet, wanting which, the earth were but a grave,
And life itself a curse?
The visual presence of the living God,
That permeates creation, comes and goes
In substance and in shadow, greens the sod,
And paints and scents the rose:
And flows through man into his works of art—
The picture's glow, the statue's breathing gleam;—
For not a touch of Beauty stirs the heart
But comes of the Supreme!
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