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The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Goe Deed Wi' Smylis the Cheek!

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Goe Cleed Wi' Smylis the Cheek.

Goe deed wi' smylis the cheek,
Goe fill wi' licht the eye—
O vain when sorrows seek
The fontis of bliss to drie!

Quhan Hope hath pyned away,
Quhan carke and care haif sprung,
Quhan hert hath faun a prey
To grief that hed nae tongue;
O then it is nae tyme
To feinzie quliat we fele,
Or wi' ane merrie chime,
To droun the solemne peal
Quhilk ringis dreir and dul,
Quhan hert and eyne ar ful.

Nae joy is thair for me
In lyf againe to knowe—
Nae plesuir can I see
In its fais and fleetinge schew!—

Lyk wyld and fearful waste
Of wavis and bollen sand,
Apperis the path I've tracit
Inwith my natif land:
Fra it I must depairt,
And fra al quhilk hed mie hert.

Fareweil to kith and kin,
Fareweil to luve untrew,
Fareweil to burn and lin,
Fareweil to lift sua blew—
Fareweil to banck and brae,
Fareweil to sang and glee—
Fareweil to pastyme gay,
Quhilk ance delytit me—
Fareweil thou sunny strand,
Fareweil ance kinde Scotland!

Fresch flouirs beare mie frend,
Unto mie earlie graive,
Thair bid them nevir dwyne,
But ower mie headstane waive;
Perchance to sume they'll wake
Remembrance o' mie dome—
And though fading, they maye make
Less lonesum-lyk mie tombe—

Sins they will emblems be
Of thy luvinge sympathye.

Now fare weil day's dear licht—
Now fareweil frend and fae—
Hail to the starrie nicht,
Whair travailit saul maun gae!