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Now spring has clad the grove in green, / And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; / The furrow'd, waving corn is seen / Rejoice in fostering showers. / While ilka thing in nature join / Their sorrows to forego, / O why thus all alone are mine / The weary steps o' woe!
The trout in yonder wimpling burn / That glides, a silver dart, / And, safe beneath the shady thorn, / Defies the angler's art- / My life was ance that careless stream, / That wanton trout was I; / But Love, wi' unrelenting beam, / Has scorch'd my fountains dry.