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A RESPONSE TO THE FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH,
When we can our wounds discover,
All our heart-aches and our pain,
Unto friend or unto lover,
'Tis like sunshine 'midst the rain.
And the words so kindly spoken,
And the warmly beaming eye,
Turn our sorrow to a token
Of a love that cannot die.
'Tis the sigh that comes unbidden
From the soul by anguish torn ;
"Tis the grief that's deeply hidden,
When the mask of smiles is worn ;
'Tis the silent pain that shatters,
When the soul must make each flower
That upon the grave she scatters
Seem to jcrace a festal bower.
A RESPONSE TO THE FAREWELL TO
EDINBURGH
OF MRS. HARRIET MILLER DAVIDSON.
Fare-thee-weel, my songbird,
My blessing gang wi' thee.
Gentle be the breezes
That waft thee ower the sea.
'Mang a' so fair and lovely
Thou sweetly sang as mine.
Nought had a grace or beauty
That brighter shone than thine.
I've watched thee in thy childliood.
So fu' o' life and glee,
A bonnie bud o' promise
On a grand old forest tree.
Thy beauty brought a gladness,
A freshness day by day,