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BE'IL TAK' THE WARS.
W'P.lTThX FOR THIS WOHK.
BY BURNS.
The Heroine of this most exquisite Sang, was Mi»s LoiuMERof Craigicburn,
near MoBaL
Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature ;
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering every bud which nature
Waters wi' the tears of joy.
Now, to the streaming fountain,
Or up the heathy mountain,
The hart, hind, and roe, freely wildly-wanton stray :
In twining hazel bowers
His lay the linnet pours ;
The lavrock to the sky
Ascends wi' sangs o' joy ;
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day !
Phoebus, gilding the brow of the morning,
Banishes ilk darksome shade,
Nature gladdening and adorning ;
Such to me my lovely maid.
When frae my Jeanie parted,
Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,
Then night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast my sky
But when she charms my sight,
In pride of beauty's light ;
When through my very heart
Her beaming glories dart ;
'Tis then — 'tis then, I wake to life and joy 1

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