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(293) Page 53 - Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots, on the approach of spring
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LAMENT" OF MARY, QVEEJV OF SCO'/S, <>» the APPROACH of SPKlM
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(f«w Hioehns cliears the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies;
But nought ran glad the weary wight
That fast in durance lies.
And I m the sovrcign o' Scotland,
And mony a trailor there;
Yet here 1 lie in foreign hands
And never-ending - care.
Now laverocks wake the merry morn,
Aloft on dewy wing-;
The merle, in his noontide bow-'r,
Makes woodland echoes ring.
But as for thee, thou false woman,
My sister and my fae ,
Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword,
That thro' thy soul shall g-ae.
The mavis mild,wi' many a note,
Sings drowsy day to rest;
In love and freedom they rejoice,
Wi'oare nor thrall opprest .
Now blooms the lily by the hank,
The primrose down the brae;
The , hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milk-white is the slac.
The weeping blood in woman's breast
Was never known to thee;
Nor th'balm that draps,on wminds of woe,
Frae woman's pitying ce.
My son; my soul may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine;
And may those pleasures gild thy reign.
That ne'er wad blink on mine !
The meanest hind in fair Scotland
May rove their sweets amarjf ;
But I, the Queen of a' Scotland,
Maun lie in prison Strang.
God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,
Or turn their hearts to thee;
And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,
Remember him foi mc!
I was the Queen o' bonnie France,
"Where happy I hae been ;
Fit' lightiy raise T in the morn,
As blythe lay down at e'en.
O; soon, to me, may summc-r suns
Nae mair light up the morn!
Nae mair, to nit, the autumn winds
Wave o'er the yellow corn .
And in the .narrow house o' death
Let winter round me rave;
And the next flow'rs that deek the spring
Bloom on my peaceful grave.
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