Song.-The Day Returns

Tune-"Seventh of November."

      The day returns, my bosom burns,      The blissful day we twa did meet:      Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,      Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.      Than a' the pride that loads the tide,      And crosses o'er the sultry line;      Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,      Heav'n gave me more-it made thee mine!       While day and night can bring delight,      Or Nature aught of pleasure give;      While joys above my mind can move,      For thee, and thee alone, I live.      When that grim foe of life below      Comes in between to make us part,      The iron hand that breaks our band,      It breaks my bliss-it breaks my heart!