BANKS OF FORTH.
Awake my love with genial ray,
The sun returning glads the day,
Awake, the balmy, zephyr blows,
The hawthorn blooms, the daisie glows,
The trees retain their verdant pride,
The turtle wooes his tender bride,
To love each warbler tunes the song,
And Forth in dimples glides alongr.
O more than blooming daisies fair
More fragrant than the vernal air,
More gentle than the turtle dove,
Or streams that murmur through the grove
Bethink that all is on the wing,
These pleasures wait on wasting spring
Then come, the transient bliss enjoy;
Nor terr what sleets so first will cloy.
BET SWEET BLOSSOM.
No more I'll court the town-bred fair,
Who shines in artificial beauty;
For native charms without compare,
Claim all my love, respect, and duta.
