 | The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan |  |
O child, where wilt thou rest?—
There on the mountain's breast,
Where, on a crag of stone
The eagle builds her nest?
There on the mountain's breast,
Where, on a crag of stone
The eagle builds her nest?
Or in this softer zone,
Where sweet, warm winds o' the west
Through flowery bowers are blown?
O brightest soul and best,
Where wilt thou rest?
Where sweet, warm winds o' the west
Through flowery bowers are blown?
O brightest soul and best,
Where wilt thou rest?
Oh, why make longer flight,
Flying from morn till night?
Oh, wherefore wander away,
When thou wilt find it best
To fold thy wings and stay?
Child, in mine arms be prest,
Soul, do not longer stray;
Here, on thy mother's breast,
Canst thou not rest?
Flying from morn till night?
Oh, wherefore wander away,
When thou wilt find it best
To fold thy wings and stay?
Child, in mine arms be prest,
Soul, do not longer stray;
Here, on thy mother's breast,
Canst thou not rest?
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