The Lilt O' The Bonnie Sky

16th August 2025

O bonnie sky, wi' azure brow sae clear,
Ye lift the weary heart frae earthly care;
Your bairnless arch awakes the lark’s sweet cheer,
And sets the soul to wander free as air.

When morn unfolds her roseate, gilded light,
Ye blush in blooms o’ pink on yon’ green lea;
The dew-kist heather trembles at the sight,
While earth and heaven dance in harmony.

But when grim clouds their siller raiment don,
And dreary winds across your bosom sweep,
I hear the Maker’s drum in thundered song,
A wild cantata stirring life frae sleep.

Then eve in velvet robes arrives at last,
Wi’ twinkling starns that guide the dreamer’s eye;
My weary mind, beneath your spell o’ vast,
Finds peace—and learns on wings o’ hope to fly.

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