life's reverses.
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Part Third.
Nae winter reigns noo, wi' its cauld an' its gloom;
Fair simmer a' round us spreads verdure an' bloom—
There the sward's a' bespangled wi' flowers o' ilk hue,
And here's a green archway invitin' ane through.
How fragrant an' caller it's sweet breezy shade,
Fu' o' saft dreamy sounds frae a distant cascade;
Here's a part where the leaves are sae twinin' aboon,
Ane would fancy they stray'd neath the licht o' the moon;
An' there the sun dances twixt boughs mair apart,
Whilst the wee birds in song tell the joy o' their heart.
Noo the lang leafy alley is trod, an' we meet
Wi sudden surprise a delighfu' retreat,—
A cottage, whase wa's verdant runners creep o'er,
Festoonin' wi' bloom ilka lattice an' door;
Before the braw dwellin' a braid lawn is seen,
Wi gowans a' glitterin', like pearls on its green,
An' bordered wi' flower tufts o' ilka sweet dye,
A' gseemin' in brilliance wi' ither tae vie.
Sae lovely the scene, 't would maist gar ane believe
'Twas a miniature o' the lost Eden o' Eve.
As a casement richt ower a sweet flower bed opes wide,
Frae which the lythe woodbine's pushed gentiy aside,
An' a face o' rare beauty, sae happy an' bricht,
Surveys the glad scene wi' a flush o' delicht.
