L O M Q O S O Th A（1 / 2）

1791

nt of ary, een of sts, on the approach of sprg

now nature hangs her antle green

on every bloog tree,

and spreads her sheets o&039; daisies white

out o&039;er the grassy lea;

now phoeb cheers the crystal streas,

and gds the azure skies;

but nought can gd the weary wight

that fast durance lies

now verocks wake the rry orn

aloft on dewy g;

the rle, his noontide bow&039;r,

akes woodnd echoes rg;

the avis wild wi&039; ony a note,

sgs drowsy day to rest:

love and freedo they rejoice,

wi&039; care nor thrall opprest

now bloos the lily by the bank,

the prirose down the brae;

the hawthorn&039;s buddg the glen,

and ilk-white is the se:

the anest hd fair stnd

ay rove their sweets aang;

but i, the een of a&039; stnd,

aun lie prin strang

i was the een o&039; bonie france,

where happy i hae been;

fu&039; lightly raise i the orn,

as blythe y down at e&039;en:

and i&039; the v&039;reign of stnd,

and ony a traitor there;

yet here i lie foreign bands,

and never-endg care

but as for thee, thou false woan,

y sister and y fae,

gri venance yet shall whet a sword

that thro&039; thy ul shall gae;

the weepg blood woan&039;s breast

was never known to thee;

nor th&039; bal that draps on wounds of woe

frae woan&039;s pityg e&039;e

y n! y n! ay kder stars

upon thy fortune she;

and ay those pleasures gild thy reign,

that ne&039;er wad blk on e!

god keep thee frae thy other&039;s faes,

or turn their hearts to thee:

and where thou et&039;st thy other&039;s friend,

reber hi for !

o! on, to , ay sur suns

nae air light up the orn!

nae air to the autun ds

wave o&039;er the yellow rn?

and, the narrow hoe of death