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142 I grat an' I sabb'd, till I thocht life wad lea' me,

An' happy I then could ha'e parted wi' life—

For naething on earth sic enjoyment could gi'e me,

As the glee o' my bairn, an' smile o' my wife.

O weary the day was, when they were ta'en frae me—

Leavin' me lane, the last leaf on the tree;

Nae comfort the cauld look o' strangers can gi'e me,

I'm wae—an' they a' look as waefu' on me.

I wander me aften, to break melancholy,

On ilk thing that's lievin', the maxim I see,

Not walth to the weary 's like peace to the lowly,

Sae burden'd wi' grief, I maun gang till I dee.

[—Here for the first time printed.]