341. Song—My Bonie Bell

 THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing,
 And surly Winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
 And bonie blue are the sunny skies.
Fresh o’er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
 The ev’ning gilds the ocean’s swell;
All creatures joy in the sun’s returning,
 And I rejoice in my bonie Bell.


The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,
 The yellow Autumn presses near;
Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,
 Till smiling Spring again appear:
Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
 Old Time and Nature their changes tell;
But never ranging, still unchanging,
 I adore my bonie Bell.

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