The blissful day we twa did meet:
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses o'er the sultry line;
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heav'n gave me more--it made thee mine !
While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give ;
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of life below
Comes in between, to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss--it breaks my heart!
Robert Burns (1759-1796)
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