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While day and night can bring deh'ght.
Or nature aught of pleasure give 1
While joys above my mind can move.
For thee, and thee alone, I live I
When that grim foe of life below
Comes in between to make us part ;
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss — it breaks my hear^
RAVING WINDS.
TvJ^E-r— McGregor ofRero's lament*
(burns,)
Raving v/inds around her blowing.
Yellow leaves the woodlands strewing.
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella strayed deploring.
" Farewell, hours that late did measure
" Sunshine days of joy and pleasure ;
•' Hail, thou gloomy night of sorroWj
*♦ Cheerless night that knows no morrow.
HO'er the past too fondly wandering,
" On the hopeless future pondering j
** Chilly grief my life-blood freezes,
** Fell despair my fancy seizes.
*' Life, thou soul of every blessing,
*^ Load to misery most distressing,
" O how gladly Pd resign thee,
*^ And to dark oblivion join thee !''