SPIRITUAL SONGS.

Threading its maze o' sedgy green,

It gars its bank bloom fresh an' bonnie; An' sweet to me this sylvan scene,

This copsewood vale mair sweet than ony. Risen' mid the copsewood valley, Risen' mid the copsewood valley, Saw ye flow the streamlet free, An' water a' the copsewood valley?

In shade, sae Virtue's fountain clear, Plays o'er its soil, mair rich than ony, Whare laughs the spring thro' a' the year, And ilka flow'ret drops wi' honey.

Risen' mid the copsewood valley,& c.

E'en in our heart's wild, sterile scene,

His power can bid this fountain sally, Wha clothes the waste wi' spots o' green, An' opens springs in desert valley.

Risen' mid the copsewood valley,& c.

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