wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks;
but life to me's a weary dream,
a dream of ahat never wauks.
and maun i still, &c.
the wanton coot the water skims,
amang the reeds the dugs cry,
the stately swan majestic swims,
and ev'ry thing is blest but i.
and maun i still, &c.
the sheep-herd steeks his faulding sp,
and o'er the moornds whistles shill:
wi' wild, unequal, wand&# step,
i meet him on the dewy hill.
and maun i still, &c.
and when the rk, 'tween light and dark,
blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
Song, Composed In Spring(2/3)