CCXLIX.

ADDRESS TO THE WOOD-LARK.

Tune-"Where'll bonnie Ann lie."

[The old song to the same air is yet remembered: but the humour is richer than the delicacy; the same may be said of many of the fine hearty lyrics of the elder days of Caledonia. These verses were composed in May, 1795, for Thomson.]

Can I cease to care?

Can I cease to languish? While my darling fair

Is on the couch of anguish?

II.

Every hope is fled,

Every fear is terror; Slumber even I dread,

Every dream is horror.