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MARY NAE MAIR (Continued.)
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But ah ! the tempest rude, spaves nae the solitude,
Cherish'd and sweet the' its blossoms may be ;
Death robs the choicest bowers aft o' their fairest
flowers.
Rudely his hand hath reft Mary frae me.
'Twas my ain Mary, whase voice wild an' fairy,
Sweet at the mornin'-time, rang through the
air ;
E'en in' is weepin', that sweet voice is sleepin',
Dim are those een o' blue — Mary's nae mair.
Hogg.
THE SKYLARK.
Same Aie.
Bird of the wilderness,
Blythesome and cumberless,
Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea !
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling place,
O to abide in the desert with thee !
Wild is thy lay and loud.
Far in the downy cloud,
Love gives it energy, love gave it birth,
Where on thy dewy wing.
Where art chou journeying ?
Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
O'er fell and fountain sheen.
O'er moor and mountain green.
O'er the red streamer that lieralds the day,
Over the cloudlet dim,
Over the rainbow's rim,
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ;
Tlien, when the gloaming comes,
Low in the heather blooms, -
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ;
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling place —
O to abide in the desert witli thee I