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 ROSLIN CASTLE. ’TTWAS in that season of the year, When all things gay and sweet appear, That Colin, with the morning ray, Arose and sung his rural lay. Of Nanny’s.charms the shepherd sung. The hills and dales with Nauny rung, While Roslin castle heard the swain, And echo’d }>ack the cheerful strain. Awake, sweet muse, the breathing spring With rapture w^rms, awake and sing; Awake, and join the vocal throng, And hail the morning with a song ; To Nanny raise the cheerful lay, O bid hier haste and come away ; In sweetest smiles herself adorn. And add new graces to the morn. O hark, my love, on every spray Each feather’d warbler tunes his lay; ’Tis beauty fires the ravish’d throng, And love inspires the melting song^ Then let my ravish’d notes arise, For beauty darts from Nanny’s eyes, And love my rising bosom warms, And fills my soul with sweet alarms.