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Now Nature hangs her mantle green / On every blooming tree, / And spreads her sheets o' daisies white / Out o'er the grassy lea; / Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams, / And glads the azure skies; / But nought can glad the weary wight / That fast in durance lies.
Now laverocks wake the merry morn / Aloft on dewy wing; / The merle, in his noontide bow'r, / Makes woodland echoes ring; / The mavis wild wi' mony a note, / Sings drowsy day to rest: / In love and freedom they rejoice, / Wi' care nor thrall opprest.