David John Scott Poems

Dear friends and neighbors, one and all,
I'm pleased to meet you here to-day;
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My dear, the bard his greeting sends,
And wishes you and all your friends,
A happy birthday meeting.
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Esteemed young friend
This book I send,
I know full well thou wilt receive;
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Maiden, lovely, young and gay,
In the bloom of life's young May!
Sweet perfumes are in the air;
Songs of gladness ev'rywhere!
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My cousin fair, dear Mary B,
Excuse my long neglect I pray,
And pardon too, the homely strain,
In which I sing this rustic lay.
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How are you, George, my rhyming brother?
We should be kinder to each other,
For we are kindred souls at least;
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The mysteries of life and death,
Lie hidden from all human ken,
We know it is the vital breath
Of God, that makes us living men.
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Dear Mollie, in thy early days,
While treading childhood's dreamy maze,
Peruse this book with care:
Peruse it by the rising sun;
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Their schoolboy days have form'd a theme,
For nearly all the bards I know,
But mine are like a fading dream
Which happen'd three score years ago.
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In Bethany there dwelt a maid,
And she was young and very fair;
'Twas at her house that Jesus stayed,
And loved to stay, when he was there.
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