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Cheer, then, Soldier, midst aflliction Brightning joys will aften shine; Virtue aye claims Heaven’s protection- Trust to providence divine!

Sweet as Rosebank's woods and rivers Cool, when simmer's sunbeams dart, Can ilk word, and cooled the fever That lang burned at Willie's heart.

Silent stept he on poor fallow, Listening to his guide before, Owre green know and gowany hallow, Till they reached the cot-house door.

Laigh it was; yet sweet, though humble Decked wi hinnysuckle round; Clear below Esk's waters rumble, Deep glens murmuring back the sound.

Melville's towers, sae white and stately, Dim by gloaring glint to views; Thro' Lasswade's dark woods keek sweet Skies sae red and lift sae blue!

Entering now in transport mingle Mither fond and happy wean, Smiling round a canty ingle, Blessing on a clean hearth stane.

Soldier, welcome!—come, be cheery— Here ye’se rest, and take your bed— Faint, waes me! ye seem, and weary, Pale's your cheek, sae lately red.