Kelvin.

While poets sing in lofty strain,      And ask where Rome and Carthage are,     This humble village on the plain,      To many hearts is dearer far.     Then to these hearts I'll sing my lay,      With humble Kelvin for my theme;     My song shall be of life to-day,      And not a retrospective dream.     Of "Kelvin's Grove," some love-lorn swain      Sang sweetly, many years ago,     And I shall sound the name again,      Although I may not sound it so.     Of Kelvin's bonnie lasses, I      Can sing, tho' not so well as he,     And Kelvin's groves, in passing by,      I can repeat, have charms for me.     And Kelvin's stream, where fishes glide,      And timid fowl their plumage lave,     Where drooping willows by its side,      Their graceful branches gently wave.     Here happiness and plenty reign,      And e'en refinement, too, is seen.     For music sends its cheering strain,      Where flowers grow within the green.     Here virtuous dames with busy hand,      Untiring do what should be done,     And sons and fathers till the land,      And to each manly duty run.     The winsome maids with willing hearts,      In youthful beauty all aglow,     Right cheerfully perform their parts      Where duty's voice may bid them go.     Oh, may their graceful figures long      Their youthful energy retain,     And may they meet no heartless wrong,      To fill their gentle souls with pain.     As yet there is no village bell,      Save that which rings the call to school,     Where festive youth drink at the well      Which flows from knowledge' sparkling pool.     And yet, whene'er the Sabbath comes,      Or week night held for praise and prayer,     No need for signal bells and drums,      Each knows the time, and he is there.     There is the daughter, there the son,      To kneel in humble prayer to God,     And those whose race is well-nigh run,      Who humbly kiss the chast'ning rod.     Oh, blest content, and lowly life      That blunts Ambition's biting sting     Unknown to thee the bitter strife,      Which proud refinements often bring.