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THE BROKEN HEART.
SONG XXVII.
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The primroses will blow in spring,The merles pair, and linnets sing,
And joy return to every thing,
To every thing but me:
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The song of birds, the fresh'ning show'r,
Once o'er my mind held heavenly pow'r,
But now they're lost on me.
2
I'm fading away with the fa' o' the leaf,I'm wearing down with mortal grief,
My heart to every joy is prief,
Woe's grown acquaint with me:
I loved a lady fair and meek,
The bud of the rose just 'gan to break,
Death pluck'd the blossom from her cheek,
And broke this heart to me.
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Now who will keep my stately tow'rs,My forests green, and budding bow'rs,
Rank spring the weeds amang the flow'rs,
Where my love wont to be:
Unreap'd the corn for me may fa',
Unpull'd the rose for me may blaw;
And owls roost in my painted ha',
And breed unharm'd by me.
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The white lillie is sprung again,The daisy buds 'mang sunny rain,
The small birds with melodious strain,
Green woods congratulate:
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To me my peace of mind can bring;
Soon o'er my grave may gay bird sing,
And woo his merry mate.
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