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The wintry west extends his blast, / And hail and rain does blaw; / Or the stormy north sends driving forth / The blinding sleet and snaw: / While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, / And roars frae bank to brae; / And bird and beast in covert rest, / And pass the heartless day.
"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast," / The joyless winter day / Let others fear, to me more dear / Than all the pride of May: / The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, / My griefs it seems to join; / The leafless trees my fancy please, / Their fate resembles mine!
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme / These woes of mine fulfil, / Here firm I rest; they must be best, / Because they are Thy will! / Then all I want-O do Thou grant / This one request of mine! - / Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, / Assist me to resign.