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THE DAY RETURNS. THE day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet; Tho’ winter wild in tempest toil’d, Ne’er summer-sun was half sae sweet. Than a’ the pride that loads the tide. And crosses o'er the sultry line; Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, Heaven gave me more—it made thee mine.

While day and night can bring delight, Or nature aught of pleasure give; While joys above my mind can move, For thee, and thee alone, I live! When that grim foe of life below Comes in between to make us part; The iron hand that breaks our band, It breaks my bliss—it breaks my heart.

I HAE LOST MY JEANIE, O. Tune, ‘ The Lee Rigg.’

O I hae seen when fields were green, And birds sae blythe and cheerie, O, How swift the day wad pass away, When I was wi’ my dearie, O: But now I neither laugh nor sing, My looks are alter’d cleanlie, O;