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Rose o' my hert, / Open yer leaves to the lampin mune; / Into the curls lat her keek an' dert, / She'll tak the colour but gie ye tune.
Buik o' my brain, / Open yer faulds to the starry signs; / Lat the e'en o' the holy luik an' strain, / Lat them glimmer an' score atween the lines.
Cup o' my soul, / Goud an' diamond an' ruby cup, / Ye're noucht ava but a toom dry bowl / Till the wine o' the kingdom fill ye up.
Conscience-glass, / Mirror the en'less All in thee; / Melt the boundered and make it pass / Into the tideless, shoreless sea.
Warl o' my life, / Swing thee roun thy sunny track; / Fire an' win' an' water an' strife, / Carry them a' to the glory back.