. Poems and songs . dore thee. The deil he could na scaith thee,Or aught that wad belang thee ; Hed look into thy bonnie face,And say, I carina wrang thee. 104 BONNIE LESLEY. The Powers aboon will tent thee ; Misfortune shana steer thee ;Thourt like themselves sae lovely, That ill theyll neer let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie !That we may brag, we hae a lass Theres nane again sae bonnie. TO MARY IN —Miss Forbess Farewell to Banff. Thou lingering star, with lessning ray, That lovst to greet the early morn,Again thou usherst in the day My Mary from my soul
. Poems and songs . dore thee. The deil he could na scaith thee,Or aught that wad belang thee ; Hed look into thy bonnie face,And say, I carina wrang thee. 104 BONNIE LESLEY. The Powers aboon will tent thee ; Misfortune shana steer thee ;Thourt like themselves sae lovely, That ill theyll neer let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie !That we may brag, we hae a lass Theres nane again sae bonnie. TO MARY IN —Miss Forbess Farewell to Banff. Thou lingering star, with lessning ray, That lovst to greet the early morn,Again thou usherst in the day My Mary from my soul was Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ?Seest thou thy lover lowly laid 1 Hearst thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget 1 Can I forget the hallowd groveWhere by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love %Eternity will not efface \ Those records dear of transports past;Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah! little thought we twas our last!. Ayr gurgling kissd his pebbled shore, Oerhung with wild woods, thickning green ;The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twind amrous round the rapturd flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on evry spray,Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaimd the speed of winged day. io6 IX) MARV IX HEAVEN. Still oer these scenes my men-fry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care !Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest 1Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearst thou the groans that rend his breast? f^S^ I DREAMT) I LAV WHERE FLOWERS WERESPRINGING. I dreamd I lay where flowers were springing, daily in the sunny beam ;Listning to the wild birds singing, By a falling, crystal stream :Straight the sky grew black and daring ; Thro the woods the whirlwinds rave ;Trees with aged arms were warring, Oer the swelling, drumlie wave. Such was my lifes deceitf
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