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Then let us pray, that come it may.
As come it shall for a’ that,
Whan sense and worth o’er a'the earth,
Shall bear the gree, and a’ that;
For a’ that, and a’ that,
It’s coming yet, for a’ that;
And man and man, the warld o’er,
Shall brithers be, and a’ that.
BIRKS OF INVERMAY.
The smiling morn, the breathing spring,
Invite the tuneful birds to sing;
And, while they warble from each spray,
Love melts the universal lay :
Let us, my Love, be timely wife,
Like them improve the hour that flies,
And in soft raptures waste the day
Among the birks of Invermay.
For soon the winter of the year,
And age, life’s winter, will appear;
At this thy living bloom will fade,
As that will strip the verdant shade;
Our taste of pleasure then is o’er,
The feather’d songsters are no more;
And when they droop, and we decay,
