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Poem by Robert Burns

The Chevaliers Lament

THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
  The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale;
The hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning,
  And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale:

But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair,
  While the lingering moments are numberd by care?
No flowers gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing,
  Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair.

The deed that I dared could it merit their malice,
  A King and a Father to place on his throne?
His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys.
  Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none.

But tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn,
  My brave gallant friends, tis your ruin I mourn:
Your deeds provd so loyal in hot bloody trial,
  Alas! can I make you no sweeter return?

Robert Burns

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Had I The Wyte
  2. Evan Banks
  3. The Rantin Dog the Daddie Ot
  4. The Toast
  5. The Heather Was Blooming

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