I had a horse (1820)/The day returns

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THE DAY RETURNS.

The day returns my bosom burns,
⁠The blissful day we twa did meet;
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
⁠Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
⁠And crosses o'er the sultry line,
Than kingly robes than crowns and globes,
⁠Heaven gave me more it made thee mine.

While day and night can bring delight,
⁠Or nature aught of pleasure give;
While joys above my mind can move,
⁠For thee and thee alone I live.
When that grim fee of life below,
⁠Comes in between to make us part.
The iron hand that breaks our band,
⁠It breaks my bliss—It breaks my heart!

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