the lover&039;s orng sate to his istress
tune—“deil tak the wars”
sleep&039;st thou, or wak&039;st thou, fairest creature?
rosy orn now lifts his eye,
nuberg ilka bud which nature
waters wi&039; the tears o&039; joy
now, to the streag founta,
or up the heathy ounta,
the hart, hd, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;
g hazel bowers,
its y the l pours,
the verock to the sky
ascends, wi&039; sangs o&039; joy,
while the sun and thou arise to bless the day
phoeb gildg the brow of orng,
banishes ilk dark shade,
nature, gddeng and adorng;
such to y lovely aid
when frae y chloris parted,
sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,
the night&039;s glooy shades, cloudy, dark, o&039;ercast y sky:
but when she chars y sight,
pride of beauty&039;s light—
when thro&039; y very heart
her burng glories dart;
&039;tis then—&039;tis then i wake to life and joy!
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