As I go musing through this mournful land Soothed by the pine-tree's solemn harmony, Thy well-loved image comes and walks

As I go musing through this mournful land
Soothed by the pine-tree's solemn harmony,
Thy well-loved image comes and walks

As I go musing through this mournful land

Soothed by the pine-tree’s solemn harmony,

Thy well-loved image comes and walks by me.

I seem to hold thee by the gentle hand

And talk of things I dimly understand,

That thy dear spirit set to mine may be

As to an intricate lock the simple key.

John Barlas

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