Hogg, James, "An Aged Widow's Own Words." in The Bijou; (London: William Pickering , 1828)
   
      
         
            
               The Bijou; 
               or Annual of Literature and the Arts
            
            compiled by William Fraser
            
            
               
                  William Pickering
               
               London
            
            1828
            
               
                  pp. 26-27
               
            
         
      
      
         
             26 
            
               An Aged Widow's Own Words
            
            
               By James Hogg, the
                  Ettrick Shepherd
            
            
               O IS he gane my good auld man?
               And am I left forlorn?
               And is that manly heart at rest,,
               The kindest e'ver was born?
            
            
            
               We've sojourned here through hope and fear
               For fifty years and three,
               And ne'er in all that happy time,
               Said he harsh word to me.
            
            
            
               And mony a braw and boardly son
               And daughters in their prime,
               His tremling hand laid in the grave;
               Lang, lang afore the time.
            
            
            
               I dinna greet the day to see
               That he to them has gane,
               But O 'tis feafu' thus to be
               Left in a world alane.
            
            
             27 
            
               Wi' a poor worn and broken heart,
               Whose race of joy is run,.
               And scarce has little opening left,
               For aught aneath the sun.
            
            
            
               My life nor death I winna crave,
               Nor fret for yet despond,
               But a' my hope is in the grave
               And the dear hame beyond.