The mountain-stream may humbly boast
For her the loud waves call;
The hamlet feeds the nation's host,
The home-farm feeds the hall;
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In the winter, flowers are springing;
In the winter, woods are green,
Where our banished birds are singing,
Where our summer sun is seen!
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Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strand
And lord of the billowy sea;
Lord of the sea and lord of the land,
He might have let maidens be!
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O lassie ayont the hill,
Come ower the tap o' the hill,
Come ower the tap wi' the breeze o' the hill,
Bidena ayont the hill!
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To G.E.M.
'Tis a little room, my friend-
Baby walks from end to end;
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I. I honour Nature, holding it unjust
To look with jealousy on her designs;
With every passing year more fast she twines
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O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,
Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;
Blow, swifter blow, a strong warm summer wind,
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I.
'Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,
Ken ye what is care?
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Nobody knows the world but me.
The rest go to bed; I sit up and see.
I'm a better observer than any of you all,
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Her mother, Elfie older grown,
One evening, for adieu,
Said, 'You'll not mind being left alone,
For God takes care of you!'
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