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George MacDonald - A Lown Nicht
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Rose o` my hert,
Open yer leaves to the lampin mune;
Into the curls lat her keek an` dert,
She`ll tak the colour but gie ye tune.

Buik o` my brain,
Open yer faulds to the starry signs;
Lat the e`en o` the holy luik an` strain,
Lat them glimmer an` score atween the lines.

Cup o` my soul,
Goud an` diamond an` ruby cup,
Ye`re noucht ava but a toom dry bowl
Till the wine o` the kingdom fill ye up.

Conscience-glass,
Mirror the en`less All in thee;
Melt the boundered and make it pass
Into the tideless, shoreless sea.

Warl o` my life,
Swing thee roun thy sunny track;
Fire an` win` an` water an` strife,
Carry them a` to the glory back.
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