 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
THE GREY PINIONED LARK.
While the grey pinioned lark early mounts to the skies,
And cheerily hails the sweet dawn,
And the sun, newly risen, sheds the mists from his eyes,
And smiles over mountain and lawn,
And cheerily hails the sweet dawn,
And the sun, newly risen, sheds the mists from his eyes,
And smiles over mountain and lawn,
Delighted I stray by the Fairy Woodside,
Where the dewdrops the crowflowers adorn,
And Nature, array'd in her midsummer's pride,
Sweetly smiles to the smile of the morn.
Where the dewdrops the crowflowers adorn,
And Nature, array'd in her midsummer's pride,
Sweetly smiles to the smile of the morn.
Ye dark waving plantings, ye green shady bowers,
Your charms ever varying I view;
My soul's dearest transports, my happiest hours,
Have owed half their pleasures to you.
Your charms ever varying I view;
My soul's dearest transports, my happiest hours,
Have owed half their pleasures to you.
Sweet Ferguslie, hail! thou 'rt the dear sacred grove
Where first my young Muse spread her wing;
Here Nature first waked me to rapture and love,
And taught me her beauties to sing.
Where first my young Muse spread her wing;
Here Nature first waked me to rapture and love,
And taught me her beauties to sing.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |