Before my vernal thoughts grew sere, An' drapt frae hope's young tree? The change mun a' in mortal lie, The trees yet wave their foliage high; The birds yet sweetly sing; The rivulet yet wanders by, Along its pebbly way; The flowers yet claim the rain-bow dye; The sun shines still as gay ! But life wore then a mystic screen Even as the clouds above are seen To veil the ambient sky; Which render'd beauty more sublime, Ere it had been seduced by time, Or school'd in sinfu' art! Thus memory shows each happy look, That cheer'd in early days; When in the pure an' pearly brook, When silver minnows swept amang An' we wad paddle a' day lang, O wae's me for sik days again; Although the sun wad smile as bright; The stars shine forth as clear, Yet clouded is the soul's young light Our school-boy days brought wofu' care, This world's harassing pain :— Yet when the tiresome task was done, An' fondly 'neath the noonday sun, Our sportive plays began. I'm sitting now in grass-green bower, A rugged cliff hangs o'er my head, A murmuring rill runs by ; Birds sing, bees hum, an' blossoms spread, To court Reflection's eye! An' gaily as the insects dance Two cupid-looking children prance Around in endless play Their cheerfu' voices fall in joy An' tell me I was ance a boy, O take your sinless joys in pride! When ye are auld like me, On lower wings, alas! ye'll glide This is the age o' cloudless mirth, O' cloudless thought and glee ; All looks like freedom on the earth, Ye tell me that I'm sadly chang'd; The hopes, the joys o' early years Have vanish'd a' away; For man seems more allied to tears, Just as his head grows grey. But why should age or sickness make An honest mind a slave?— Are there not joys tongue cannot speak, Prepared beyond the grave? That as this warld's joys depart, Are drawing still more near; An' when the pulse forsakes the heart, Are oped to the sincere! Sae let us spend the present day As weel as mortals can. 66 Joy is a thing," the learned say, "Shared equally to man." It is not wealth; it is not power That crowns us wi' content: These have their short-lived favouring hour, But that is the extent! Yet wae's me! wae's me for the time, When I was young an' gay! When heart an' hopes baith had their prime; The world, a summer day! When carelessly I wander'd glad, By hill, an' wood, an' glen ; O wae's my heart! it's grown sae sad, |