Poem by Christian Milne

Song 5 (While summer laughs in ev'ry grove)

     TUNE--"THE LEA RIG."

WHILE summer laughs in ev'ry grove,
And paints in gayest hues each flower,
Dear charmer, come! my constant love,
To share and grace my rural bower:
There little birds, in sprightly strain,
Still chaunt their loves the boughs among;
While there you ramble with your swain,
They'll cheer you with their artless song.
My garden smiles in fairest dress--
Each shrub and tree their blooms display;
Walks, where the meeting boughs embrace,
Will shield you from the noon-tide ray.
For you I've dress'd my little cot,
Its walls with honeysuckle bound;
O! come and share my humble lot,
And let my hours with love be crown'd!
When Ev'ning, with her robe of grey,
Clothes Nature in a dusky hue,
We'll seek our flocks that homeward stray,
And nip the blade that droops with dew:
Our sheep we joyfully will pen,
With careful hand the fold we'll close;
Then to our peaceful cot again
I'll lead you, to invite repose!

1. Song 7 (Cool evening invites--let us stray)
2. Written on the Morning of the Communion Sabbath
3. When in Dread of My Husband’s Safety at Sea
4. Written in Early Spring, 1795
5. Song 1 (Now Winter is o'er, and sweet Spring is returning)

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