Again rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues, ;
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
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In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring ;
In vain to me in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
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The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks;
But life to me's a weary dream,
A dream of ane that never wauks.
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The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,
And o'er the moorlands whistles shill ;
Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
I meet him on the dewy hill.
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And when the lark 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on flitt'ring wings,
A wae-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
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Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
When Nature all is sad like me!
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