Tak your auld cloak about ye (2)/The Day Returns
THE DAY RETURNS.
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet;
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer sun was half sae ⟨sweet⟩
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses o'er the sultry line;
Than kingly robes, than crowns ⟨and⟩ globes,
Heaven gave me more—it gave ⟨made⟩ thee mine.
While day and night can bring ⟨delight⟩
Or nature aught of pleasure give;
While joys above my mind can move
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim fee of life below
Comes in between to make us part;
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss, it breaks my ⟨heart⟩.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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