Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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Pastoral Sweetness.
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XI.
Pastoral Sweetness.
'Tis sweet to wander in the moors
And hear the muirfowl cryin';
'Tis sweet to see the mountain flowers
Among the heather lyin'.
And hear the muirfowl cryin';
'Tis sweet to see the mountain flowers
Among the heather lyin'.
'Tis sweet, reposin' on the brae,
To hear the burnie flowin';
'Tis sweet to see the rashes green
Beside its waters growin';
To hear the burnie flowin';
'Tis sweet to see the rashes green
Beside its waters growin';
'Tis sweet to see, upon its banks,
The gowans springin' yellow;
'Tis sweet to see its waters clear
Embrace the buddin' willow.
The gowans springin' yellow;
'Tis sweet to see its waters clear
Embrace the buddin' willow.
All these are sweet: but Lydia's lips
Are softer far and sweeter;
This is the place, and this the hour—
She's yonder—I will meet her.
Are softer far and sweeter;
This is the place, and this the hour—
She's yonder—I will meet her.
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