Classic Poem

I

The Wintry West extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or, the stormy North sends driving forth,
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the Burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast, in covert, rest,
And pass the heartless day.

II

" The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"
The joyless winter-day,
Let others fear, to me more dear,
Than all the pride of May:
The Tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

III

Thou Pow'r Supreme, whose mighty Scheme,
These woes of mine fulfil;
Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,
Because they are Thy Will!
Then all I want (Oh, do thou grant
This one request of mine!)
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign!