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Thou Star
(Robert Burns)
Thou ling'ring star, with ray,
That lov'st to greet the morn,
Again thou in the day
My Mary my soul was torn.
O Mary departed shade!
is thy place of blissful rest ?
See'st thou thy over 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 live one day of parting ?
cannot efface
Those dear of transports past,
Thy image at our last
Ah! thought we'twas our last!
Ayr, gurgling, his pebbled shore,
with wild-woods, thickening green;
The birch and hawthorn hoar,
'Twin'd amorous the raptur'd scene;
The flowers wanton to be prest,
The sang love on every spray,
too, too soon, the glowing west,
Proclaim'd the of winged day.
Still o'er scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly with miser-care;
but th'impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels wear.
O Mary! dear shade!
Where is thy place of rest?
See'st thou thy lover laid?
Hear'st thou the groans rend his breast?
tune: Capt'n Cook's (274)
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