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    Robert Burns - Winter: A Dirge

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    Winter: A Dirge
    by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

    The wintry west extends his blast,
    And hail and rain does blaw;
    Or, the stormy north sends driving forth
    The blinding sleet and snaw:
    While tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
    And roars frae bank to brae;
    And bird and beast in covert rest,
    And pass the heartless day.

    The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,
    The joyless winter-day,
    Let others fear, to me more dear
    Than all the pride of May:
    The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
    My griefs it seems to join;
    The leafless trees my fancy please,
    Their fate resembles mine!

    Thou Pow'r Supreme, whose mighty scheme
    These woes of mine fulfil,
    Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,
    Because they are Thy will!
    Then all I want (O, do Thou grant
    This one request of mine!)
    Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
    Assist me to resign.