Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham

song inscribed to alexander ingham

now spring has clad the grove in green,

and strew'd the lea wi' flowers;

the furrow'd, waving is seen

rejoi f showers.

while ilka thing in nature join

their sorrows to,

o why thus all alone are mine

the weary steps o' woe!

the trout in yonder wimpling burn

that glides, a silver dart,

and, safe beh the shady thorn,

defies the angler's art—

my life was ahat careless stream,

that wanton trout was i;

but love, wi' uing beam,

has scorch'd my fountains dry.

that little floweret's peaceful lot,

in yonder cliff that grows,

which, save the li's flight, i wot,

nae ruder visit knows,

was miill love has o'er me past,

and blighted a' my bloom;

and now, beh the withe

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