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The broom blooming yellow, the foxglove and rose
Fling their shades o'er the burnie as downward it flows ;
There it sighs and it murmurs sae clear and sae bright,
On its bosom reflected the hedge hung in white
Up abune, ere it dashes itself into spray,
'Tween green banks and flow'rets it smoothly doth stray
There the violet and dewdrop in beauty excel,
And there wave the heather and bonnie blue bell.
Craigie Linn, d-c.
The bloom o' the rowan tree sends fragrance aroun'
Where gloamin' aye lingers irae morning till noon.
Till sorrow is banish'd as here oft I rest,
For a heavenly calmness steals over my breast.
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,
I aye will remember my birth-place, my home,
For my heart will rejoice as in fancy I hear
The sound o' the linn falling soft on mine ear.
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CONSIDER.
Consider the sparrows, the little house sparrows,
That twitter on house-top and wall.
That flit round us daily, and chirp away gaily.
Unnoticed because they're so small,
Yet God knows if one of them fall.