John Imlah Poems

It was the spring-time of the year,
When flowers were budding new,
And smiled like fond and trembling hopes,
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O! Had I an enchanter's wand,
And could con the words of potent spell,
I would hie away to the dreamy land
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The fair summer flowers
Are faded and flown,
The leaves of the bowers
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How fondly loves the home-sick heart
To ponder o'er the past,
And pines for scenes then far apart,
To dwell- to die at last;
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The moon shone calmly bright
Upon the slumb'ring scene,
Ten thousand stars shone out that night,
Around their placid queen;
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Away! away! we will sail the sea,
To find some sweet and flowery isle,
In the waste of waters, far and free
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Old Scotland, thou art waste and wild,
And cold the sky above thee;
Yet I have loved thee from a child,
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The shades of eve are falling
On sunset's rosy air,
The convent bell is calling
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To sea! to sea! and give the gale,
My jovial freres, the bending sail,
And shape our course through foam and spray,
To other shores- away! away!
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Young Mary by the burn,
O lo'ed her o'er them a'!
But Mary by the burn
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