Song.The Day Returns（1 / 1）

song.—the day returns

tune—“seventh of november.”

the day returns, my bosom burns,

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!