Clergyman's

Mournfully, oh, mournfully,
The midnight wind doth sigh,
Like some sweet plaintive melody
Of ages long gone by.
- William Motherwell

I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west,
Through mony a weary way;
But never, never can forget
The luve o’ life’s young day!
- William Motherwell

’T was then we luvit ilk ither weel,
’T was then we twa did part:
Sweet time—sad time! twa bairns at scule—
Twa bairns and but ae heart.
- William Motherwell

And we, with Nature’s heart in tune,
Concerted harmonies.
- William Motherwell