The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough |
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CXXVI.
When God did the captiuitie
Of Sion turne again,
As those that dreameing are, in doubt,
Amaiz'd we did remain.
Then fild with laughter wer our mouths,
(With mirth which thence did spring);
Our tongs wnwsuall joy exprest,
And cheerfullie did sing.
Of Sion turne again,
As those that dreameing are, in doubt,
Amaiz'd we did remain.
Then fild with laughter wer our mouths,
(With mirth which thence did spring);
Our tongs wnwsuall joy exprest,
And cheerfullie did sing.
The Lord hath great things for them done,
Then heathens mongst them say'd.
Great things indeed for ws hee did,
How can we be bot glade?
Tourne, Lord, the remnant tourne again,
Which yet in bondage bide
Of our captivitie, as streames
Which in the south do slide.
Then heathens mongst them say'd.
Great things indeed for ws hee did,
How can we be bot glade?
Tourne, Lord, the remnant tourne again,
Which yet in bondage bide
Of our captivitie, as streames
Which in the south do slide.
Who sow in sorow and in tears,
Shal reape againe in joy.
The man that mourneing hath gone forth
In anguish and annoy,
And to the field his sowing seed
In heavinesse did beare,
Hath (charg'd with shaves) come singing home,
And quicklie chang'd his cheare.
Shal reape againe in joy.
The man that mourneing hath gone forth
In anguish and annoy,
And to the field his sowing seed
In heavinesse did beare,
Hath (charg'd with shaves) come singing home,
And quicklie chang'd his cheare.
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