I 'VE WANDER'D ON THE SUNNY HILL.

I 've wander'd on the sunny hill, I 've wander'd in the vale,

Where sweet wee birds in fondness meet to breathe their am'rous tale;

But hills or vales, or sweet wee birds, nae pleasures gae to me--

The light that beam'd its ray on me was Love's sweet glance from thee.

The rising sun, in golden beams, dispels the night's dark gloom--

The morning dew to rose's hue imparts a freshening bloom;

But sunbeams ne'er so brightly play'd in dance o'er yon glad sea,

Nor roses laved in dew sae sweet as Love's sweet glance from thee.

I love thee as the pilgrims love the water in the sand,

When scorching rays or blue simoom sweep o'er their withering hand;

The captive's heart nae gladlier beats when set from prison free,

Than I when bound wi' Beauty's chain in Love's sweet glance from thee.

I loved thee, bonnie Bessie, as the earth adores the sun,

I ask'd nae lands, I craved nae gear, I prized but thee alone;

Ye smiled in look, but no in heart--your heart was no for me;

Ye planted hope that never bloom'd in Love's sweet glance from thee.