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T ling'ring star with less’ning ray,

That lov'st to greet the early morn,

Again thou usher’st in the day

My Mary from my soul was torn.

O Mary, dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest?

Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?

Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast?

That sacred hour can I forget?——

Can I forget the hallowed grove,

Where by the winding Ayr we met

To live one day pf parting love?

Eternity will not efface

Those records dear of transports past,——

Thy image at our last embrace;——

Ah! little thought we ’twas our last!

Ayr, gurgling, kiss’d his pebbled shore,

O’erhung with wild woods, thick’ning, green;

The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar,

Twin'd am’rous round the raptur'd scene.

The flowers sprang wanton to be prest,

The birds sang love on every spray,

Till too, too soon, the glowing west

Proclaim’d the speed of winged day.

Still o’er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,

And fondly broods with miser care;