Dirge
LM on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow
Dust, to its narrow house beneath
Soul, to its place on high
LM on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow
Dust, to its narrow house beneath
Soul, to its place on high
We drop our dead in the sea, The bottomless, bottomless sea;
Each bubble a hollow sigh, As it sinks forever and aye
We drop our dead in the sea,-- The dead reek not of aught;
We drop our dead in the sea,-- The sea ne'er gives it a t...
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving
The blinding sleet and snaw:
Stay,
Death,
Not mine the
Wherewith to charge thee and command:
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay,
T' was Edward, the cruel, had reason to fear, And cause to be struck with dismay
At the window of Edward the raven did croak, Though Scotland a widow be...
Knows he who tills this lonely
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres
At midnight and at morn
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster