By Rachel S Robertson
|1.||Fair July, like a radiant bride, has come once more on earth to reign,
And lovely gifts of summer-tide are scattered over hill and plain;
Now softly sinking to its rest is this the first fair July day,
And lingering in the golden West the sunset smiles on Hazelbrae.
|6.||What spot more meet for lover's vows when Nature is in fairest prime,
When blossoms deck the arching boughs, and hearts keep tune to summer-time!
What spot more meet for maiden's mind to muse on one who's far away,
And tell the gentle summer wind her secret thoughts on Hazelbrae!
|2.||The birds, with voices sweet and clear, are warbling forth their even song;
The little brooklet dimpling near sings also as it flows along;
The graceful hawthorn bends beneath a flowery drift of fragrant May,
And scents the gentle gloaming's breath as soft it steals o'er Hazelbrae.
|7.||Ah! yes, it is a lovely place for thoughtful minds to muse and dream,
When Nature wears her fairest face, and sweetly sings the shining stream;
When daisies o'er the grassy mead have spread a floral "milky way" -
The flight of time we scarcely heed, all is so fair on Hazelbrae.
|3.||Sweet little brook serenely glide, thy lonely way will soon be done,
For into Deveron's fuller tide thy limpid, sparkling waves shall run;
The stately Deveron, sweeping on 'neath Marnoch's bridge, it holds it's way -
Past flowery banks o'er many a stone, we see it gleam from Hazelbrae.
|8.||That cottage in a leafy nest, with roses twining everywhere,
A haven seems of tranquil rest, a bright Arcadia sweet and fair;
And they who make it their home, true kindliness of heart display,
And warmly welcome friends who come to view the charms of Hazelbrae.
|4.||There on that grassy wooded steep, see old Kinnairdy's Castle stands
As if it proudly strove to keep a watch o'er what was once its lands;
Ah! now its palmy days are o'er, tis slowly sinking to decay,
But it recalls the days of yore to those who muse on Hazelbrae.
|9.||But fain to linger though we be, no longer must we tarry here -
The dew is falling silently, the summer night is very near;
We turn away with soft adieu, sweet spot! but we shall keep alway
A memory fair and bright of you, and often think of Hazelbrae.
|5.||Mayhap in years long, long gone by, here in the hazel's kindly shade,
Some doughty flower of chivalry has wooed and won a lovely maid;
Mayhap with sad and mournful air, when he had joined war's wild affray,
For him arose the maiden's prayer from some lone bower on Hazelbrae.
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From the book of songs and poems, 'On Bogie's Banks and Bonnie Deveronside'
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