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THE AUTHOR'S FAREWELL TO HIS NATIVE
The gloomy night is gathering fast,
The Autumn mourns her ripening corn
'Tis not the surging billow's roar,
But round my heart the ties are bound,
Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales,
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
The blinding sleet and snaw :
And roars frae bank to brae : And bird and beast in covert rest And pass the heartless day.
The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,
The joyless winter day,
Than all the pride of May :
My griefs it seems to join;
Their fate resembles mine!
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Because they are Thy will !
This one request of mine !)
The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies :
And bonnie blue are the sunny skies ; Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the
morning, The evening gilds the ocean's swell ; All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonnie Bell.
The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,
And yellow Autumn presses near, Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,
Till smiling Spring again appear. Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old Time and Nature their changes tell, But never ranging, still unchanging I adore my bonnie Bell.
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find, As far exceeds all earthly bliss
That world affords, or grows by kind : Though much I want what most men have, Yet doth my mind forbid me crave.
Content I live—this is my stay;
I seek no more than may sufficeI press to bear no haughty sway;
Look—what I lack my mind supplies. Lo! thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
I see how plenty surfeits oft,
And hasty climbers oft do fall; I see how those that sit aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all ; They get—they toil—they spend with care: Such cares my mind could never bear.