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the lover&039;s orng sate to his istress

tune—“deil tak the wars”

sleep&039;st thou, or wak&039;st thou, fairest creature?

rosy orn now lifts his eye,

nuberg ilka bud which nature

waters wi&039; the tears o&039; joy

now, to the streag founta,

or up the heathy ounta,

the hart, hd, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;

g hazel bowers,

its y the l pours,

the verock to the sky

ascends, wi&039; sangs o&039; joy,

while the sun and thou arise to bless the day

phoeb gildg the brow of orng,

banishes ilk dark shade,

nature, gddeng and adorng;

such to y lovely aid

when frae y chloris parted,

sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,

the night&039;s glooy shades, cloudy, dark, o&039;ercast y sky:

but when she chars y sight,

pride of beauty&039;s light—

when thro&039; y very heart

her burng glories dart;

&039;tis then—&039;tis then i wake to life and joy!