Poems by Galt John
Cardinal Wolsey to his Dog
... Yet would I bribe thee to remainWith all the means I have,--this bone ...
Mother's Love
... dread,Yea, at the cross she mourns, and at the tombs:Then why so wonder that these tears should flow ...
A Scottish Welcome
... an the Clachan ownsShall keep the night in fame,When he that was so far awa'Returned to bide at hame ...
The Seamstress
... the earliest beam,And, far in night, by her lone candle triesTo eik her penury with thread and seam ...
The Selfish
... in cerements all,In shrouds of selfishness, they cannot rueThe loathsomeness of their estate and hue ...
The Widow's Croone
... ar, That glints its sheen sae clear,The Lord be praised,--he'll never ken His helpless mother's fear ...
