SONG
.
I.
SLOW
spreads
the
gloom
my
soul
desires
—
The
sun
from
India's
shore
retires
—
To
EVAN'S
banks
with
temp'rate
ray
,
Home
of
my
youth
!
he
leads
the
day
.
O
banks
to
me
for
ever
dear
!
O
stream
,
whose
murmurs
still
I
hear
!
All
,
all
my
hopes
of
bliss
reside
Where
EVAN
mingles
with
the
CLYDE
.
II
.
And
she
in
simple
beauty
drest
,
Whose
image
lives
within
my
breast
,
Who
trembling
heard
my
parting
sigh
,
And
long
pursued
me
with
her
eye
!
Does
she
,
with
heart
unchang'd
as
mine
,
Oft
in
the
vocal
bowers
recline
?
Or
where
yon
grot
o'erhangs
the
tide
,
Muse
,
while
the
EVAN
meets
the
CLYDE
?
III
.
Ye
lofty
banks
that
EVAN
bound
,
Ye
lavish
woods
that
wave
around
,
And
o'er
the
stream
your
shadows
throw
,
Which
softly
winds
so
far
below
—
What
secret
charm
to
mem'ry
brings
All
that
on
EVAN'S
border
springs
?
Sweet
banks
!
—
ye
bloom
by
MARY'S
side
!
Blest
stream
!
—
she
views
thee
haste
to
CLYDE
!
IV
.
Can
all
the
wealth
of
INDIA'S
coast
Atone
for
years
in
absence
lost
?
Return
,
ye
moments
of
delight
,
With
richer
treasures
bless
my
sight
!
Swift
from
this
desert
let
me
part
,
And
fly
to
meet
a
kindred
heart
!
Nor
more
may
aught
my
steps
divide
From
that
dear
stream
which
flows
to
CLYDE
.