THE wintry west extends his blast, Or the stormy north sends driving forth WINTER. 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 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! I REMEMBER. I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high,— It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heav'n |