SONGS, &c. EVAN BANKS. SLOW spreads the gloom my soul desires, Oh streams whose murmurs still I hear! And she, in simple beauty drest, Ye lofty banks that Evan bound! Sweet banks! ye bloom by Mary's side: Blest stream! she views thee haste to Clyde. Can all the wealth of India's coast Atone for years in absence lost? Swift from this desert let me part, SONG. AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, |