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Ever to be the best. To lead
In whatsoever things are true;
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He brought a team from Inversnaid
To play our Third Fifteen,
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Whene'er I try to read a book,
Across the page your face will look,
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For thee the birds shall never sing again,
Nor fresh green leaves come out upon the tree,
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These verses have I pilfered like a bee
Out of a letter from my C. C. C.
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I shall be spun. There is a voice within
Which tells me plainly I am all undone;
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After Longfellow
Loud he sang the song Ta Phershon
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So in the village inn the poet dwelt.
His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch,
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Love, we have heard together
The North Sea sing his tune,
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The city once again doth wear
Her wonted dress of winter's bride,
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There was a time when it was counted high
To be a patriot--whether by the zeal
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Sleep flies me like a lover
Too eagerly pursued,
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Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away
You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay,
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I have been lonely all my days on earth,
Living a life within my secret soul,
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Familiar with thy melody,
We go debating of its power,
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Gone is the glory from the hills,
The autumn sunshine from the mere,
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Not the proudest damsel here
Looks so well as doth my dear.
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Another day let slip! Its hours have run,
Its golden hours, with prodigal excess,
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Fain would I shake thee off, but weak am I
Thy strong solicitations to withstand.
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I hear a twittering of birds,
And now they burst in song.
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As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
With love o'erthrown, with love o'erthrown,
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One dark, dark night--it was long ago,
The air was heavy and still and warm -
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Alas for the bird who was born to sing!
They have made him a cage; they have clipped his wing;
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The air is dark and fragrant
With memories of a shower,
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Oh, where's the use of having gifts that can't be turned to money?
And where's the use of singing, when there's no one wants to hear?
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The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,
Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,
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Song is not dead, although to-day
Men tell us everything is said.
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Till the tread of marching feet
Through the quiet grass-grown street
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Last night, when at parting
Awhile we did stand,
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When people tell me they have loved
But once in youth,
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Never was sun so bright before,
No matin of the lark so sweet,
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The fire burns bright
And the hearth is clean swept,
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Dear Ritchie, I am waiting for the signal word to fly,
And tell me that the visit which has suffered such belating
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Fickle Summer's fled away,
Shall we see her face again?
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I made a truce last night with Sorrow,
The queen of tears, the foe of sleep,
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Years grow and gather--each a gem
Lustrous with laughter and with tears,
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When the weary night is fled,
And the morning sky is red,
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The life of earth, how full of pain,
Which greets us on our day of birth,
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Golden dream of summer morn,
By a well-remembered stream
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Mourn that which will not come again,
The joy, the strength of early years.
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When we have laid aside our last endeavour,
And said farewell to one or two that weep,
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The sun is banished,
The daylight vanished,
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Beside the drowsy streams that creep
Within this island of repose,
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Of our own will we are not free,
When freedom lies within our power.
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You found my life, a poor lame bird
That had no heart to sing,
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Last Sunday night I read the saddening story
Of the unanswered love of fair Elaine,
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Weak soul, by sense still led astray,
Why wilt thou parley with the foe?
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When one who has wandered out of the way
Which leads to the hills of joy,
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Be ye happy, if ye may,
In the years that pass away.
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O Love, thine empire is not dead,
Nor will we let thy worship go,
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Where she sleeps, no moonlight shines
No pale beam unbidden creeps.
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Thou art queen to every eye,
When the fairest maids convene.
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`In the shadow of Thy wings, O Lord of Hosts, whom I extol,
I will put my trust for ever,' so the kingly David sings.
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I know the garden-close of sin,
The cloying fruits, the noxious flowers,
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There is a village in a southern land,
By rounded hills closed in on every hand.
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Sorrow and sin have worked their will
For years upon your sovereign face,
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Children of earth are we,
Lovers of land and sea,
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It seems a little word to say -
FAREWELL--but may it not, when said,
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No gift I bring but worship, and the love
Which all must bear to lovely souls and pure,
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I had a plant which would not thrive,
Although I watered it with care,
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There was a time when in your face
There dwelt such power, and in your smile
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Oh, will the footsteps never be done?
The insolent feet
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Crimson and cream and white -
My room is a garden of roses!
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Despair is in the suns that shine,
And in the rains that fall,
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If a pleasant lawn there grow
By the showers caressed,
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There's a fiddler in the street,
And the children all are dancing:
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Last night for the first time, O Heart's Delight,
I held your hand a moment in my own,
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How often have the critics, trained
To look upon the sky
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My Lady of all ladies! Queen by right
Of tender beauty; full of gentle moods;
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Love, when the present is become the past,
And dust has covered all that now is new,
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Early on Christmas Day,
Love, as awake I lay,
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Oh, who may this dead warrior be
That to his grave they bring?
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The Red King's gone a-hunting, in the woods his father made
For the tall red deer to wander through the thicket and the glade,
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On the field of Waterloo we made Napoleon rue
That ever out of Elba he decided for to come,
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This morning, while we sat in talk
Of spring and apple-bloom,
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When I was young and well and glad,
I used to play at being sad;
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Every critic in the town
Runs the minor poet down;
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Long since I came into the school of Art,
A child in works, but not a child in heart.
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The truest Liberal is he
Who sees the man in each degree,
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My lamp is out, my task is done,
And up the stair with lingering feet
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My soul is like a prisoned lark,
That sings and dreams of liberty,
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Beyond the Cheviots and the Tweed,
Beyond the Firth of Forth,
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Life is a house where many chambers be,
And all the doors will yield to him who tries,
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Let me sleep. The day is past,
And the folded shadows keep
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Lost Youth, come back again!
Laugh at weariness and pain.
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