Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
395 . Sonnet on the Authors Birthday
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Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain,
See aged Winter, ’mid his surly reign,
At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow.
Sits meek Content with light, unanxious heart; Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part, Nor asks if they bring ought to hope or fear. Thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies! Riches denied, thy boon was purer joys— What wealth could never give nor take away! The mite high heav’n bestow’d, that mite with thee I’ll share.