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Tell me nae mair o' what I hae,
Though gowd be round me shinin',
An' vassals at my biddin' gae,
The heart is still repinin'.
Can wealth, or power gi'e joy to ane,
Whose hopes hae a' been blighted,
Or splendor light the cauld hearthstane
O' ane sae lang benighted?
Though gowd be round me shinin',
An' vassals at my biddin' gae,
The heart is still repinin'.
Can wealth, or power gi'e joy to ane,
Whose hopes hae a' been blighted,
Or splendor light the cauld hearthstane
O' ane sae lang benighted?
The light o' fame an' fortune glows
Aroun' the broken-hearted,
Like lamps aboon the tombs o' those,
Wha hae frae earth departed.
It canna frae their slumber start
The frozen founts o' feelin',—
Across the cauld an' wither'd heart,
Like simmer sunshine stealin'.
Aroun' the broken-hearted,
Like lamps aboon the tombs o' those,
Wha hae frae earth departed.
It canna frae their slumber start
The frozen founts o' feelin',—
Across the cauld an' wither'd heart,
Like simmer sunshine stealin'.
When a' the ties affection wove
Around the heart, are broken,
An' ilka day—o' joy or love
Blots out some cherish'd token;
Then feeble comes the voice o' praise
Upon the heart o' sadness
An wealth can gi'e to evil days
Nae cheerin' tint o' gladness.
Around the heart, are broken,
An' ilka day—o' joy or love
Blots out some cherish'd token;
Then feeble comes the voice o' praise
Upon the heart o' sadness
An wealth can gi'e to evil days
Nae cheerin' tint o' gladness.
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As cauldly rise the northern gleams,
To make the night mair dreary,
Sae wealth an' useless splendor beams
Aroun' the worn an' weary.
Then tell nae mair o' what I hae,
Though gowd be round me shinin',
An' vassals at my biddin' gae,
The heart is still repinin'.
To make the night mair dreary,
Sae wealth an' useless splendor beams
Aroun' the worn an' weary.
Then tell nae mair o' what I hae,
Though gowd be round me shinin',
An' vassals at my biddin' gae,
The heart is still repinin'.
Haverhill Gazette, October 30, 1827
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