The Book of Scottish Song/One star of the morning

One star of the morning.

[Robert Gilfillan.—Tune, "One bumper at Parting."]

One star of the morning still lingers
Amid the deep blue of the sky,
O! it waits for the sun and my Mary
To light up the green earth with joy.
Then haste, love, the fair lily's weeping,
The young rose is drooping in dew;
The lark, in its sweet dream, is sleeping,
Till wakened by nature and you!

There's joy when the soft morning blushes,
And sunbeams on bright streamlets play,
When the deep glen and dark misty mountain
Rejoice at the coming of day:
But not the gay gladness of nature,
When summer and morning are young,
Can equal that rapture of bosom,
When you are the theme of my song.

Yon bright star of morn is departing
To skies of a lovelier hue,
To sparkle on lands that are fairer,
But on maid never fairer than you!
The golden sun now walks in glory,
And gladdens with smiles flower and tree;
Like you who, in joy or in sorrow,
Still gladdens this bleak world to me!

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