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But lately seen in gladsome green, / The woods rejoic'd the day, / Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers / In double pride were gay: / But now our joys are fled / On winter blasts awa; / Yet maiden May, in rich array, / Again shall bring them a'.
But my white pow, nae kindly thowe / Shall melt the snaws of Age; / My trunk of eild, but buss or beild, / Sinks in Time's wintry rage. / Oh, Age has weary days, / And nights o' sleepless pain: / Thou golden time, o' Youthfu' prime, / Why comes thou not again!