THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY
The smiling morn, the breathing spring
Invite the tuneful birds to sing,
And while they warble from each spray
Love melts the universal lay,
Let us, Amanda, timely wise,
Like them improve the hour that flies,
And in soft raptures waste the day,
Amang the birks of Invermay.
For soon the winter of the year,
And age, life's winter, will appear;
At this thy living bloom will fade,
As that will strip the verdant shade;
Our taste of pleasure then is o'er,
The feather'd songsters are no more;
And when they droop, and we decay,
Adieu the birks of Invermay.
Behold the hills and vales around,
With lowing herds and flocks abound,
The wanton kids, and frisking lambs,
Gambol and dance about the dams;
The busy bees, with humming noise,
