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The blushes warm, and the mild odorous breath.
O blossom boy! so calm is thy repose,
So sweet a compromise of life and death,
'Tis pity those fair buds should e'er unclose,
For memory to stain their inward leaf,
Tingeing thy dreams with unacquainted grief.
O blossom boy! so calm is thy repose,
So sweet a compromise of life and death,
'Tis pity those fair buds should e'er unclose,
For memory to stain their inward leaf,
Tingeing thy dreams with unacquainted grief.
To My Ain Auld Wife.
My ain auld wife, oh! hoo it cheers
My heart tae see ye there
Bittin', my ae best frien' on earth,
Within the auld arm-chair.
I look intil yer weel-kent face,
I read yer patient smile,
An' years o' life's way-wanderings
Seem dwindled til a mile.
My heart tae see ye there
Bittin', my ae best frien' on earth,
Within the auld arm-chair.
I look intil yer weel-kent face,
I read yer patient smile,
An' years o' life's way-wanderings
Seem dwindled til a mile.
They say your locks are grey, dear wife;
An' dim yer ance bricht e'e;
It may be sae tae ithers' e'en,
But never sae tae me.
Then dinna think, my ain auld wife,
O' thee I'm grown less fain;
Nae wrinkle on thy cheek but I
Could kiss, an' kiss again.
An' dim yer ance bricht e'e;
It may be sae tae ithers' e'en,
But never sae tae me.
Then dinna think, my ain auld wife,
O' thee I'm grown less fain;
Nae wrinkle on thy cheek but I
Could kiss, an' kiss again.
When forty lang, lang years sin syne
I took thee by the han',
I then ca'd you my dear guidwife,
An' ye ca'd me guidman.
Oor love intil oor ain heart's bank
We put it safe to keep,
An' noo, at compound interest,
It's grown a miser's heap.
I took thee by the han',
I then ca'd you my dear guidwife,
An' ye ca'd me guidman.
Oor love intil oor ain heart's bank
We put it safe to keep,
An' noo, at compound interest,
It's grown a miser's heap.
The blossoms o' our youth's love tree,
Whilk Heav'n ga'e to us twa,
There's some lie here, there's some lie there,
But a' hae gane awa'
Tae their blessed land o' peacefu' rest,
Bricht wi' eternal beams,
Beckoning us tae follow them—
I see them in my dreams.
Whilk Heav'n ga'e to us twa,
There's some lie here, there's some lie there,
But a' hae gane awa'
Tae their blessed land o' peacefu' rest,
Bricht wi' eternal beams,
Beckoning us tae follow them—
I see them in my dreams.
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