O shoreless Deep, where no wind blows!
And thou, O Land which no one knows!
That God is All, His shadow shows.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM

1784-1843

[589.]

The Sun rises bright in France

THE sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countree.

O, it’s nae my ain ruin
That saddens aye my e’e,
But the dear Marie I left behin’
Wi’ sweet bairnies three.

589. tint] lost.

MY lanely hearth burn’d bonnie,
And smiled my ain Marie;
I’ve left a’ my heart behin’
In my ain countree.