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SONNET. TO MINLA.
How delightful to wander the grove,Or the howm whare the burn steals alang,
An' list to the lintie's saft sang,
The sweet little minstrel of love!
See the wild flowers bedecking the braes,
Whare they blaw—but aft blaw there unseen;
While the bee, that's to industry gi'en,
To its hame wi' their sweets laden gaes.
Such, Minla, thou first of the fair,
Were the sweets that afforded delight,
An' taught me, frae morning to night,
To study auld Nature wi' care.
Yes, such were the sweets cheered me ance on a day,
Till thy beauties appeared—then they a' fled away.
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