WINTER
,
A
DIRGE
.
I.
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
.
II
.
'
The
sweeping
blast
,
the
sky
o'ercast
,
Dr.
Young
.
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
!
III
.
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
(
Oh
,
do
thou
grant
This
one
request
of
mine
!
)
Since
to
enjoy
Thou
dost
deny
,
Assist
me
to
resign
!