The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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‘Spring returns, but youth no more.’
Loud roaring Winter now is o'er,
And Spring returns with fragrance sweet;
The bee sips nectar from each flow'r,
And frisking lambs on hillocks bleat.
And Spring returns with fragrance sweet;
The bee sips nectar from each flow'r,
And frisking lambs on hillocks bleat.
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The little birds chant on each bough,
And warbling larks, ascending sing;
Chearful, amid the sun's bright glow,
They sweep around on sportive wing.
And warbling larks, ascending sing;
Chearful, amid the sun's bright glow,
They sweep around on sportive wing.
How pleasant, now, abroad to rove,
To view the fruit-trees as they bloom;
To pluck the flow'rs that deck each grove,
Or wander thro' the yellow broom.
To view the fruit-trees as they bloom;
To pluck the flow'rs that deck each grove,
Or wander thro' the yellow broom.
Yet, 'midst the pleasures we enjoy,
What painful cares harass our breast;
Ah! were we freed from this annoy,
How peaceful calm our minds would rest.
What painful cares harass our breast;
Ah! were we freed from this annoy,
How peaceful calm our minds would rest.
The shady bow'rs, the waving woods,
With seeming joy we may explore,
Stand listening to the falling floods;
Yet still the weight increaseth more.
With seeming joy we may explore,
Stand listening to the falling floods;
Yet still the weight increaseth more.
Oh! when will come that happy day,
When all-perplexing care will fly?
Ne'er till we pass the narrow way,
And dart triumphant thro' the sky.
When all-perplexing care will fly?
Ne'er till we pass the narrow way,
And dart triumphant thro' the sky.
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