MICHAEL BRUCE
Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet
From birds among the bowers.
The schoolboy, wand 'ring through the wood
To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear,
And imitates thy lay.
What time the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fli'st thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands,
Another Spring to hail.
Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
Thy bky is ever clear, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No Winter in thy year!
O could I fly, Pd fly with thee'
We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the Spring.
��LADY ANNE LINDSAY 491 Auld Robin Gray
WHEN the sheep arc in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the warld to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart f a' in showers frae my e'e, While my gudeman lies sound by me.
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