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George MacDonald - A Song of HopeGeorge MacDonald - A Song of Hope
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I dinna ken what`s come ower me! There`s a how whaur ance was a hert! I never luik oot afore me, An` a cry winna gar me stert; There`s naething nae mair to come ower me, Blaw the win` frae ony airt! For i` yon kirkyard there`s a hillock, A hert whaur ance was a how; An` o` joy there`s no left a mealock— Deid aiss whaur ance was a low! For i` yon kirkyard, i` the hillock, Lies a seed `at winna grow. It`s my hert `at hauds up the wee hillie— That`s hoo there`s a how i` my breist; It`s awa doon there wi` my Willie— Gaed wi` him whan he was releast; It`s doon i` the green-grown hillie, But I s` be efter it neist! Come awa, nicht an` mornin, Come ooks, years, a` Time`s clan: Ye`re welcome: I`m no a bit scornin! Tak me til him as fest as ye can. Come awa, nicht an` mornin, Ye are wings o` a michty span! For I ken he`s luikin an` waitin, Luikin aye doon as I clim; An` I`ll no hae him see me sit greitin I`stead o` gaein to him! I`ll step oot like ane sure o` a meetin, I`ll travel an` rin to him.
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