with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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The chrystal waters gently fa'
The merry birds are lovers a'
The scented breezes round him blaw,
The gard'ner wi' his paidle.
When purple morning starts the hare
To steal upon her early fare ;
Then thro' the dews he maun repair,
The gard'ner wi' his paidle.
;
When day expiring in the west,
The curtain draws of nature's rest
He flies to her arms he lo'es best,
The gard'ner wi* his paidle.
THE DAY RETURNS, MY BOSOM BURNS.
Tune—-Seventh of November.
I COMPOSED this song out of compliment to one
of the happiest and worthiest married couples in the
world, Robert Riddel, Usq. of Glenriddel, and his
lady,^ At theirfire-side I have enjoyed more plea-
* When the Editor visited Friar's Carse Hermitage (on the
late Mr, Riddell's estate) so much celebrated by Burns, he was
;
greatly