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Day Returns

Day Returns

Day Returns
(Robert Burns)

The day returns, my bosom burns,
   The blissful day we twa did meet:
Tho winter wild in tempest toil'd,
  Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
That a'the pride that loads the tide,
   And crosses o'er the sultry line,
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
  Heav'n gave me more - it made thee mine!

While day and night can bring delight,
   Or Nature aught of pleasure qive,
While joys above my mind can move,
   For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of Life below
  Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
   It breaks my bliss, it breaks my heart!

tune: The Seventh of November (231)
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