Mournfully, oh, mournfully

And we, with Nature’s heart in tune, Concerted harmonies.

I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o’ life’s young day!

’T was then we luvit ilk ither weel, ’T was then we twa did part: Sweet time—sad time! twa bairns at scule— Twa bairns and but ae heart.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!