And closed for aye the sparkling glance,
That dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mould'ring now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly! loved
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary.
TO MARY IN HEAVEN
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usherest in the day