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“O Nature a' thy shews an' forms
“To feeling, pensive hearts, hae charms!
“Whether the Summer kindly warms,
“Wi' life an' light,
“Or Winter howls, in gusty storms,
“The lang dark night!
“The Muse, nae poet ever fand her,
“Till by himsel he learned to wander
“Adown some trotting burn's meander
“An' na' think lang;
“O! sweet to stray an' pensive ponder
“A heartfelt sang.”
Burns.
“To feeling, pensive hearts, hae charms!
“Whether the Summer kindly warms,
“Wi' life an' light,
“Or Winter howls, in gusty storms,
“The lang dark night!
“The Muse, nae poet ever fand her,
“Till by himsel he learned to wander
“Adown some trotting burn's meander
“An' na' think lang;
“O! sweet to stray an' pensive ponder
“A heartfelt sang.”
Burns.
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