THE LAZY MIST. THE lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown, vain ; How little of life's scanty span may remain : What aspects, old time, in his progress has worn; What ties, cruel fate, in my bosom has torn. How foolish, or worse, till our summit is gain'd! And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd! This life's not worth having with all it can give, For something beyond it poor man sure must live. O, WERE O, WERE I ON PARNASSUS' HILL, Tune, "MY LOVE IS LOST TO ME." O WERE I on Parnassus' hill! To sing how dear I love thee. And write how dear I love thee. Then come sweet muse, inspire my lay, I coudna sing, I coudna say, How much, how dear I love thee. I see thee dancing o'er the green, By night, by day, a-field, at hame, And ay I only live to love thee. Tho' I were doom'd to wander on, I LOVE I LOVE MY JEAN. Tune, "MISS ADMIRAL GORDON'S STRATHSPEY." Or a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. THE THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE. THE Catrine woods were yellow seen, groves Maria sang, Hersel in beauty's bloom the whyle, Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers, But * Catrine, in Ayrshire, the seat of Dugald Stewart, Esq. Professor of Moral Philosophy in the university of Edinburgh. Ballochmyle, formerly the seat of Sir John Whitefoord, now of Alexander, esq. E. |