Lines on Helen
The cauld, cauld grave is Helen's hame —
The cauld forgotten grave;
An' a' that's left is but her name,
On Memory's fickle wave.
Her sickened heart now tastes repose,
Beneath the turf sae green; —
For Death has chased awa' her woes,
And closed her weary een.
She faded, as the lily fades,
When chilly breezes blaw —
When mountain heights, and lowly glades,
Are covered o'er wi' snaw.
And nane shall mourn her loss like me, —
Nane min' her glance sae weel,
For she was a' that maid can be,
Fond, faithfu', true, and leal!
The cauld forgotten grave;
An' a' that's left is but her name,
On Memory's fickle wave.
Her sickened heart now tastes repose,
Beneath the turf sae green; —
For Death has chased awa' her woes,
And closed her weary een.
She faded, as the lily fades,
When chilly breezes blaw —
When mountain heights, and lowly glades,
Are covered o'er wi' snaw.
And nane shall mourn her loss like me, —
Nane min' her glance sae weel,
For she was a' that maid can be,
Fond, faithfu', true, and leal!
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