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'
Rachel S. Robertson

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