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186 WILLIAM THOM, THE WEAVER POET.
grace and power and feeling, when the rest of his work is forgotten, and the record of his strange and unfortunate life swallowed up in oblivion. This is the first one of them, grown from the banks of the Ythan, a little stream near Inverury, where Thorn wandered some evening after the day's benumbing labor at the loom: —
I had ae nicht, and only ane,
On flow'ry Ythanside ; An' kith or kindred I hae nane
That dwall by Ythanside ; Yet midnicht dream and morning vow,
At hame they winna bide, But pu' and pu' my willing heart
Awa' to Ythanside.
What gars its restless wand'ring wish
Seek aye to Ythanside, An' hover round yon fairy bush
That spreads o'er Ythanside ? I think I see its pawkie boughs,
Where lovers weel might hide ; An', oh, what heart could safely sit
Yon nicht on Ythanside.
Could I return and own the scaith
I thole frae Ythanside, Would her mild eye bend lythe on me
Ance mair on Ythanside ?