John Ramsay

Farewell to Crawfurdland

THOU dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way,
Ye gray towers that rise o’er the daffodil brae,
I ’ve viewed you with pleasure, but now must with pain—
Farewell! for I never may see you again.

Ye woods where in life’s gladsome morning I strayed,
When all was in sunshine and beauty arrayed;
That dream has departed, how fleeting and vain—
Farewell! for I never may see you again.

O’er moss and o’er moorland my path soon shall be,
The cloud-covered mountain and wide stormy sea,	
Your beauties will gladden some happier swain—
Farewell! for I never may see you again.