Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XLIV. ON MY HIGHLAND HARE.
Without a care, and fondly prest
Upon my circling arm or breast,
Peace beaming from its half-shut eye—
No trouble known, no danger nigh—
My gentle favourite sinks to rest.
Upon my circling arm or breast,
Peace beaming from its half-shut eye—
No trouble known, no danger nigh—
My gentle favourite sinks to rest.
Ah, on its native mountain crest,
Could it have found a nook or nest,
Where it might hear the storm rush by,
Without a care?
Could it have found a nook or nest,
Where it might hear the storm rush by,
Without a care?
Against our will we may be blest:
Let me not shrink or be distrest
If cloud of change o'erspread my sky;
It is God's shadowing Hand, and I
Will let Love choose what Love deems best,
Without a care.
Let me not shrink or be distrest
If cloud of change o'erspread my sky;
It is God's shadowing Hand, and I
Will let Love choose what Love deems best,
Without a care.
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