I dinna ken what's come ower me! <br />There's a how whaur ance was a hert! <br />I never luik oot afore me, <br />An' a cry winna gar me stert; <br />There's naething nae mair to come ower me, <br />Blaw the win' frae ony airt! <br /> <br />For i' yon kirkyard there's a hillock, <br />A hert whaur ance was a how; <br />An' o' joy there's no left a mealock- <br />Deid aiss whaur ance was a low! <br />For i' yon kirkyard, i' the hillock, <br />Lies a seed 'at winna grow. <br /> <br />It's my hert 'at hauds up the wee hillie- <br />That's hoo there's a how i' my breist; <br />It's awa doon there wi' my Willie- <br />Gaed wi' him whan he was releast; <br />It's doon i' the green-grown hillie, <br />But I s' be efter it neist! <br /> <br />Come awa, nicht an' mornin, <br />Come ooks, years, a' Time's clan: <br />Ye're welcome: I'm no a bit scornin! <br />Tak me til him as fest as ye can. <br />Come awa, nicht an' mornin, <br />Ye are wings o' a michty span! <br /> <br />For I ken he's luikin an' waitin, <br />Luikin aye doon as I clim; <br />An' I'll no hae him see me sit greitin <br />I'stead o' gaein to him! <br />I'll step oot like ane sure o' a meetin, <br />I'll travel an' rin to him.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-hope-2/
