FRA whaur in fragrant wuds ye bide Secure fra winter care, Come, gentle Spring, to Ochilside And Ochil valleys fair. For sweet as ony pagan spring Are Devon's watters clear; And life wad be a lovely thing Gif ye were only here. a She comes! the waffin ' o' her wings Wi' music fills the air; An' wintry thochts o' men an' things Vex human hearts nae mair. On Devon banks wi' me she strays, Her poet for the while, And Ochil brooks and Ochil braes Grow classic in her smile! |