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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
When I upon Thy Bosom Lean
By John Lapraik (1727–1807)
 
WHEN I upon thy bosom lean,
  And fondly clasp thee a’ my ain,
I glory in the sacred ties
  That made us ane, wha ance were twain.
A mutual flame inspires us baith—        5
  The tender look, the melting kiss;
Even years shall ne’er destroy our love,
  But only gi’e us change o’ bliss.
 
Ha’e I a wish? it’s a’ for thee,
  I ken thy wish is me to please;        10
Our moments pass sae smooth away
  That numbers on us look and gaze.
Weel pleased, they see our happy days,
  Nor envy’s sel’ finds aught to blame;
And aye when weary cares arise,        15
  Thy bosom still shall be my hame.
 
I’ll lay me there and tak’ my rest;
  And if that aught disturb my dear,
I’ll bid her laugh her cares away,
  And beg her not to drap a tear.        20
Ha’e I a joy? it’s a’ her ain.
  United still her heart and mine;
They’re like the woodbine round the tree,
  That’s twined till death shall them disjoin.
 
 
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