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30 GAELIC AND EXGLISH POEMS.
Like the fii'st rose that blossoms
On the bosom o' the Ma}^
A freshness aye that made me think
O' sunshine and o' flowers,
O' warbling birds and gushing streams,
And fragrant summer bowers.
Thine eye so kindly beaming
Gave a more beauteous licht
Than ony star that sparkles
In the jewelled croon o' nicht.
And when a thochtfu' matron,
Wi' thy bairnies in thine arms,
A softer flood o' sunlicht
"Was haloing thy charms.
A child in sweet simplicity,
A maiden's witchin' wiles,
A woman's noble tenderness,
An angel's loving smiles.
Return again, my songbird,
And warble fu' o' glee.
Come, gladden my auld heart again,
Lang, laug, afore ye dee.
Tho' thou mayst spend in exile
Thy glorious harvest time.
Oh, come and pass thy winter
In thine own native clime.
And tho' youth's passion may be chill,
Thoul't get a welcome hame ;
I'll weave a bonnie chaplet
To croon my child of fame.
And I will keep a quiet nook
Within my auld grey breast,
Where thou, my ain dear bairn, mayst sleep
And nought disturb thy rest.