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THE GLOAMIN' HOUR.
I dearly lo'e the gloamin' hour,
E'en when in sorrow pinin',
When dewdrops bathe the faulded flower,
And ae fair star is shinin';
When song frae every plantin' streams,
A world o' joy revealin',
And boyhood's joys and manhood's dreams
Are owre my memory stealin'.
E'en when in sorrow pinin',
When dewdrops bathe the faulded flower,
And ae fair star is shinin';
When song frae every plantin' streams,
A world o' joy revealin',
And boyhood's joys and manhood's dreams
Are owre my memory stealin'.
I dearly lo'e, at gloamin' hour,
To watch the deepenin' shadow
Owre mountain, moor, and woodland lower,
While mist hangs owre the meadow;
When leanin' on some auld dyke-stile,
Hope's lamp my heart illumin',
I croon some sang o' happy toil,
At peace wi' a' things human.
To watch the deepenin' shadow
Owre mountain, moor, and woodland lower,
While mist hangs owre the meadow;
When leanin' on some auld dyke-stile,
Hope's lamp my heart illumin',
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At peace wi' a' things human.
What heart but lo'es the gloamin' hour?—
Then rest comes to the weary;
Love lurks in glen and woodland bower,
And Jeannie meets her dearie.
Then sweetest seems the mutual tale
O' vows, and hopes, and wishes;
And O how sweet, through gloamin's veil,
The glow o' Jeannie's blushes!
Then rest comes to the weary;
Love lurks in glen and woodland bower,
And Jeannie meets her dearie.
Then sweetest seems the mutual tale
O' vows, and hopes, and wishes;
And O how sweet, through gloamin's veil,
The glow o' Jeannie's blushes!
Thou art a priestess, gloamin' hour,
And aye thou gies us warnin',
That life, at best a fragile flower,
May fade before the mornin'.
Oh may we a' sae leeve that we,
Arrived at ae life's gloamin',
May upward gaze wi' hopefu' ee,
And wait the life that's comin'
And aye thou gies us warnin',
That life, at best a fragile flower,
May fade before the mornin'.
Oh may we a' sae leeve that we,
Arrived at ae life's gloamin',
May upward gaze wi' hopefu' ee,
And wait the life that's comin'
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