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Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring

  1791</p>

  Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring</p>

  Now Nature hangs her mantle green</p>

  On every blooming tree,</p>

  And spreads her sheets o' daisies white</p>

  Out o'er the grassy lea;</p>

  Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,</p>

  And gds the azure skies;</p>

  But nought gd the weary wight</p>

  That fast in durance lies.</p>

  Now verocks wake the merry morn</p>

  Aloft on dewy wing;</p>

  The merle, in his noontide bow'r,</p>

  Makes woodnd ech;</p>

  The mavis wild wi' mony a note,</p>

  Sings drowsy day to rest:</p>

  In love and freedom they rejoice,</p>

  Wi' care nor thrall opprest.</p>

  Now blooms the lily by the bank,</p>

  The primrose down the brae;</p>

  The hawthorn's budding in the glen,</p>

  And milk-white is the se:</p>

  The mea hind in fair Sd</p>

  May rove their sweets amang;</p>

  But I, the Queen of a' Sd,</p>

  Maun lie in prison strang.</p>

  I was the Queen o' bonie France,</p>

  Where happy I hae been;</p>

  Fu' lightly raise I in the morn,</p>

  As blythe y down at e'en:</p>

  And I'm the sn of Sd,</p>

  And mony a traitor there;</p>

  Yet here I lie in fn bands,</p>

  And never-ending care.</p>

  But as for thee, thou false woman,</p>

  My sister and my fae,</p>

  Grim Vengea shall whet a sword</p>

  That thro' thy soul shall gae;</p>

  The weeping blood in woman's breast</p>

  Was never known to thee;</p>

  Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe</p>

  Frae woman's pitying e'e.</p>

  My son! my son! may kiars</p>

  Upon thy fortune shine;</p>

  And may those pleasures gild thy reign,</p>

  That ne'er wad blink on mine!</p>

  God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,</p>

  Or turn their hearts to thee:</p>

  And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,</p>

  Remember him for me!</p>

  O! soon, to me, may Summer suns</p>

  Nae mair light up the morn!</p>

  Nae mair to me the Autumn winds</p>

  Wave o'er the yellow ?</p>

  And, in the narrow house of death,</p>

  Let Winter round me rave;</p>

  And the flow'rs that deck the Spring,</p>

  Bloom on my peaceful grave!</p>

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