My first and last love.
[James Macdonald.—Here printed for the first time.]
O morning time o' happiness, O gonden time o' glee,
When light o' heart an' fu' o' hope I roam'd the lily lee,
An' as I pu'd ilk bonnie flower amang the sparklin' dew,
I clasp'd it to my breast and said, O Jeanie, 'tis like you!
The pride o' May, the pink o' June, the gem o' summer's bowers
Were nae sae sweet by hauf as thee, my winsome queen o' flowers.
Thy cheek mair saft than eider down, an' white as driven snaw
Thine e'e o' love, thy bonnie locks, in happy dreams, yet fa'
Upon my cauld and broken heart, an' glow in fairer sheen
Than a' the flowers that ever grew on Endrick's fairy green.
Thy life was mine, my life was thine, yet a' was but a spell—
The hour is past,—my bleeding heart can only sigh, Farewell.