The trout in yonder wimpling burn

Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green



Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers:
While ilka thing in nature join
Their sorrows to forego,
O why thus all alone are mine
The weary steps of woe?

The trout in yonder wimpling burn
That glides, a silver dart,
And safe beneath the shady thorn
Defies the angler's art --
My life was ance that careless stream,
That wanton trout was I;
But love, wi' unrelenting beam,
Has scorch'd my fountains dry.

The little flow'ret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine; till love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom,
And now beneath the with'ring blast
My youth and joy consume.

The waken'd lav'rock warbling springs,
And climbs the early sky,
Winnowing blythe her dewy wings
In morning's rosy eye:
As little reckt I sorrow's power,
Until the flowery snare
O' witching love, in luckless hour,
Made me the thrall o' care.

O had my fate been Greenland snows,
Or Afric's burning zone,
Wi' man and nature leagu'd my foes,
So Peggy ne'er I'd known!
The wretch whase doom is, "hope nae mair,"
What tongue his woes can tell!
Within whase bosom, save despair,
Nae kinder spirits dwell.

On 1/25/06 9:27 PM, in article
, "
wrote:

Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green

And a very happy birthday to Robbie Burns!

Bill

William Claspy wrote:
On 1/25/06 9:27 PM, in article
, "
wrote:

Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green

And a very happy birthday to Robbie Burns!

Bill

Traveling again this year and missed the Burns supper again. I had to
settle for Spam on crackers, no scotch. I looked in the local safeways
and couldn't evern find a scottish beer. I setteld for a Gordor Bries
or some such, not bad but it may be bohemian for eqyptian for all
Iknow.

On 1/26/06 11:10 AM, in article
, "BJ Conner"
wrote:


William Claspy wrote:
On 1/25/06 9:27 PM, in article
, "
wrote:

Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green

And a very happy birthday to Robbie Burns!

Bill

Traveling again this year and missed the Burns supper again. I had to
settle for Spam on crackers, no scotch.

All the while wishing Wayne Knight lived closer, I settled for a glass of
Aberlour and called it close enough :-)

Bill

William Claspy wrote:

All the while wishing Wayne Knight lived closer, I settled for a glass of
Aberlour and called it close enough :-)


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