Variation.
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 lav’rock to the sky
Ascends wi’ sangs o’ joy,
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
When frae my Chloris parted,
Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,
The 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!
R. B.
FOOTNOTES:
[263] Mr. Ritson, whose collection of Scottish songs was published this year.