Tak your auld cloak about ye (2)/The Day Returns

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 gave ⟨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⟩.