...the gloamiu' o' the wud The throssil whusslit swoofc. The throssil whusslit in the wud, The burn sung earken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each — With eome new hope, o abnne the bum, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' vera gladness grat...

...flowers burst round our feet, And in the glonmin o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet ; The tlirossil buckling towards them, is another extreme. The ripeness or unripeness of the oc tuno. Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn. For hours thegither sat In the aileutness...

...croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' y purse." In vain to chase his beard, and bring the graces, He c bum sang to the trees, — And we, with nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowc...

...croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil...heart in tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abuve the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat....

...the trees, And we, with Nature's heart ui tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the hurn For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The...

...hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood, The throasil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood,...silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears tiickled doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane...

...the gloamin' o' the wud The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil whusslit in the wud, The burn sung to the trees, And we, with Nature's heart in tune,...silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The...

...tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abuue the burn For hours thegither sat In the silentuess o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay,...trinkled doun your cheek Like dew-beads on a rose, yet naue Had ony power to speak ! That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, When...

...croon? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil...whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to the trees, Anil we, with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted hamionies ; And on the knowe abune the burn For ham's...

...the wnd The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil whusslit in the wnd, 438 439 And on the knowe abuno the burn For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat, O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The...