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Thou Star
(Robert Burns)
ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,
That to greet the early morn,
Again usher'st in the day
My Mary from my was torn.
O dear departed shade!
Where is thy place of rest ?
thou thy over lowly laid?
Hear'st thou the groans that rend breast?
That sacred hour can I
Can I the hallow'd grove,
Where, by the Ayr, we met, '
To one day of parting love ?
Eternity cannot
Those records dear of past,
Thy image at our last
Ah! little we'twas our last!
Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his shore,
O'erhung wild-woods, thickening green;
The birch and hawthorn hoar,
'Twin'd amorous the raptur'd scene;
The flowers sprang to be prest,
The birds sang on every spray,
too, too soon, the glowing west,
Proclaim'd the of winged day.
o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly with miser-care;
Time but th'impression makes,
As streams channels deeper wear.
O Mary! departed shade!
Where is thy of blissful rest?
See'st thou thy lover lowly
thou the groans that rend his breast?
tune: Cook's Death (274)
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