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Arrest its progress—on and ou it flies Throughout its flowery wilderness of life ! Laden with sweetness—even until it dies , Ne ' er tasting bitterness , nor knowing strife . 'Twas thus with me in boyhood and in youth : And thus succeeding years rolled gaily on , Till I bethought me of the startling truth
—That thirty summers o ' er my bead had flown . What made me think of time at such an hour ? What made me dream of coming days and years ? What made me seek the lone sequestered bower , Where first I saw an angel shed love-tears ? Alas ! I know not . Yet methinks that fate Grew jealous of my happiness , and sought
1 o raise it higher—e en to the very gale Of Heaven !—then smile in triumph ere he brought Me back to earth , with such an awful crash Of wild reality , that I was stunned and fell From the bright pinnacle—as if a flash Of lightning from on high had rung my knell . 'Ihe being , dearest to my heart and soul ; Was taken from me in the spring of life ;
Then , o ' er my destiny , I lost eontroul—All sank into the grave with thee , my wife ! And left me hopeless , friendless , and forlorn , To linger out my few remaining years . Until the sunshine of eternal morn Gild my lone heart , and wipe away my tears . Haddington , October , 1843 .
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Written for the Lodge Celtic of Edinburgh and Leith , BV BRO . ROBERT G 1 LFILLAN . TUNE . — " The Campbells are coming . " AWAKEN the pibrochhuzza ! huzza !
, Give music and mirth to our ha ' , our ha ' , With bagpipe and drum , Let the brave Celtics come , The true Mason friendship to shaw , to shaw ! There ' s Murray , he ' s first on the raw , the raw ! And Robertson answers his ca ' , his ca 'The strength o' the Clan Turn out to a man—There ' s nac ane but Cowans awa ' , awa' !
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Arrest its progress—on and ou it flies Throughout its flowery wilderness of life ! Laden with sweetness—even until it dies , Ne ' er tasting bitterness , nor knowing strife . 'Twas thus with me in boyhood and in youth : And thus succeeding years rolled gaily on , Till I bethought me of the startling truth
—That thirty summers o ' er my bead had flown . What made me think of time at such an hour ? What made me dream of coming days and years ? What made me seek the lone sequestered bower , Where first I saw an angel shed love-tears ? Alas ! I know not . Yet methinks that fate Grew jealous of my happiness , and sought
1 o raise it higher—e en to the very gale Of Heaven !—then smile in triumph ere he brought Me back to earth , with such an awful crash Of wild reality , that I was stunned and fell From the bright pinnacle—as if a flash Of lightning from on high had rung my knell . 'Ihe being , dearest to my heart and soul ; Was taken from me in the spring of life ;
Then , o ' er my destiny , I lost eontroul—All sank into the grave with thee , my wife ! And left me hopeless , friendless , and forlorn , To linger out my few remaining years . Until the sunshine of eternal morn Gild my lone heart , and wipe away my tears . Haddington , October , 1843 .
Song,
SONG ,
Written for the Lodge Celtic of Edinburgh and Leith , BV BRO . ROBERT G 1 LFILLAN . TUNE . — " The Campbells are coming . " AWAKEN the pibrochhuzza ! huzza !
, Give music and mirth to our ha ' , our ha ' , With bagpipe and drum , Let the brave Celtics come , The true Mason friendship to shaw , to shaw ! There ' s Murray , he ' s first on the raw , the raw ! And Robertson answers his ca ' , his ca 'The strength o' the Clan Turn out to a man—There ' s nac ane but Cowans awa ' , awa' !