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O gear will buy me rigs o’ land,
An’ gear will buy me sheep and kye;
But the tender heart o’ leesome love,
The gowd an’ siller canna buy!
We may be poor—Robie an’ I.
Light is the burden love lays on;
Content and love brings peace and joy,
What mair ha’e queens upon a throne?

The Rosy Morn.

When the rosy morn appearing
Paints with gold the verdant lawn,
Bees, on banks of thyme disporting,
Sip the sweets and hail the dawn.

Warbling birds, the day proclaiming,
Carol sweet the lively strain,
They forsake their leafy dwelling,
To secure the golden grain.

See, content, the humble gleaner,
Takes the scatter’d ears that fall;
Nature, all her children viewing,
Kindly bounteous, cares for all.

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