Monday, January 1, 1872

On the Death of "Margaret Tait" 1847

The sunbeams gild the woody heights

And through the evening branches play.

Unwished for dreamy night returns

I joyless view returning day.

I wander here alone forlorn

And care nae what may next begin

Tears trickling down to mix wi "Thine"

Lamenting Her that's taen awa

In vain for one the [illegible] blooms

And sweetly blossoms every tree

Pale Death has cast his shadow o'er

My Friend, my Sister, where is she?

Ye warblers cease your plaintive strains

Ye green leaves off your branches fa'.

Come dremy nature mourn wi me

Death's left your fairest flower awa.

See down her "Lover's" Manly cheeks,

The tears of woe are gushing fast.

The future seems a dreary Blank

He [illegible] view the blissful pact.

Oh haste, oh haste, ye wintry winds

And cloth the Plains in sleety snow

Oh spring nae mair return again

Ye [illegible] nae her that's taen awa.

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