Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn（3 / 3）

  though oft i turn'd the wistful eye,
  nae ray of fame was to be found:
  thou found'st me, like the morning sun
  that melts the fogs in limpid air,
  the friendless bard and rustic song
  became alike thy fostering care.
  “o! why has worth so short a date,
  while villains ripen grey with time?
  must thou, the noble, gen'rous, great,
  fall in bold manhood's hardy prim
  why did i live to see that day—
  a day to me so full of woe?
  o! had i met the mortal shaft
  that laid my benefactor low!
  “the bridegroom may forget the bride
  was made his wedded wife yestreen;
  the monarch may forget the crown
  that on his head an hour has been;
  the mother may forget the child
  that smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
  but i'll remember thee, glencairn,
  and a' that thou hast done for me!” ↑返回顶部↑