MS: 'Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring'

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MS: 'Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring'

The weeping blood in woman's breast
Was never known to thee;
Nor th' balm that draps fraeon wounds of woe
Frae Woman's pitying e'e .----

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My Son, my Son, may kinder Stars
Upon thy Fortune shine;
And may those Pleasures gild thy reign
That ne'er would blink on mine!
God keep thee frae thy Mother's faes,
Or turn their hearts to thee!
And where thou meetest thy Mother's friend,
Remember him for me!

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O, soon, to me may Summer suns--
Nae mair light up the morn!
Nae mair to me the Autumn winds
Wave o'er the yellow corn!
And in the narrow house of Death
May Winter round me rave!
And the next mornflowers that decks the Spring
Bloom on my peaceful grave!
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