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She, who her lovely offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,
O bless her with a mother's joys,
But spare a mother's tears!
Their hope, their stay, their darling youth.
In manhood's dawning blush,
Bless him, Thou God of love and truth,
Up to a parent's wish.
The beauteous, seraph sister-band--
With earnest tears I pray--
Thou know'st the snares on ev'ry hand,
Guide Thou their steps alway.
When, soon or late, they reach that coast,
O'er Life's rough ocean driven,
May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost,
A family in Heaven!


Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr
Tune--"Roslin Castle."
"I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to
Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my
farewell dirge to my native land."--R. B.
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,
I see it driving o'er the plain;
The hunter now has left the moor.


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