O, thou hast seen.
[Written by the late John Sim of Paisley, to the tune of "Banks of Spey."]
O! thou hast seen the lily fair,
All bathed in morning dew;
And thou hast seen the lovely rose,
Just op'ning to the view.
The lily bathed in morning dew,
The rose so fair to see,
Are not more pure than her I love,
Are not more fair than thee.
But soon before time's withering blast,
The rose and lily fade;
Nor even will beauty such as thine
Outlive its darkening shade.
Yet there is that within thy breast
Will ruthless time defy,
A mind will bloom when beauty fades,
Will flourish in the sky.