... Tul | come “twill acke for thee.” my heart is aching, *O Jamie, wilt thou think on Bese, When sailing o'er the surging sea— And when on that far distant shore, Wilt thou, O Jamie, thivk on me” * The swan may leave her silent lake, . wander to the sea ; And, chang: morning lay— The lark forget But I will ne'er forget ou *The brook where first we met may dry— Yes ' yonder sun cease to be; But ...