Poem by Robert Anderson

Mary

O Mary! when the wild wind blows,
And blasts the beauties o' the rose;
Thy coming fate to me it shews,
And I cou'd weep for Mary.
Aft has the blossom deck'd the tree,
Sin first thy glancin tell--tale ee
Confest a wee bit luive for me,
And I was smit wi' Mary.

O Mary! I hae loe'd thee lang;
Thou'rt ay the burthen o' my sang;
For day or night, where'er I gang,
I think o' nought but Mary.
When sleep seals up my wearied ee,
In dreams thy angel form I see;
And in fond raptures, say to thee,
O, dinna leave me, Mary!

O Mary! when the warl's unkind,
And poverty thraws me behind,
I ay can cheer my drooping mind
Wi' thoughts o' thee, sweet Mary;
For were I sick, and like to die,
Thy witching smile wad comfort me;
Then come what will, my wish shall be
For happiness to Mary. 

1. Epitaph on Maria of the Cottage
2. Ode to Care
3. Britannia’s Call
4. Jingle in the Glasses
5. Andrew’s Younger Dowter

Bessie Parkes Mary ("WAVES which discourse, in a melodious whisper")

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