The Book of Scottish Song/The dying Girl's song

The dying Girl’s song.

[W. B. Sangster.—Here first printed.]

Farewell, my bonnie yellow hair!
⁠Ye fell in rows o' gowden sheen
Aboon my bosom, lily fair,
⁠An' clung in clusters round my een.

My roun', my rosy cheeks, farewell!—
⁠Ye were my soul's idolatry.
Farewell, sweet mouth!—oh, ruby cell!
⁠Thy pearls a' ha'e dropp'd away!

The licht that shot its saften beams
⁠Frae out my een o' bonnie blue
Is gane, and I am lost in dreams
⁠Of what I was—what I am too!

Days, months and years ha'e wrought and wark
⁠On me, my brother!—do not weep:
I go to God's appointed ark,
⁠To take my rest, an' sleep my sleep!

An' when new visions rise on me,
⁠And life's dark water's gathered in,
I'll land on an eternity
⁠Of life, unsweetened by sin.

Farewell, farewell, thou dear loo'd light!—
⁠Ah! much too dear so soon to part;
The clouds o' death's unwelcome night
⁠Are settling dreary round my heart.

Oh, take my hand—oh, kiss my brow—
⁠Oh, brother!—brother, do not weep,
To pain our parting!—let me go
⁠In peace to my appointed sleep!

There are no tears where angels sing
⁠Their tongueless orisons of love;
An' now I fly with gladden'd wing
⁠To meet them in the courts above.

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