SONG, WRITTEN FOR A WELCH AIR, CALLED “THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.” Joanna Baillie Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851. Fugitive Verses. By Joanna Baillie, author of “Dramas on the Passions,“ etc. London Edward Moxon, Dover Street. MDCCCXL. 1840 pp. 365-366.

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SONG , WRITTEN FOR A WELCH AIR , CALLED “ THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT . ” ALL white hang the bushes o'er Elaw's sweet stream , And pale from the rock the long icicles gleam ; The first peep of morning just peers from the sky , And here , at thy door , gentle Mary , am I . With the dawn of the year , and the dawn of the light , The one who best loves thee stands first in thy sight , Then welcome , dear maid ! with my gift let me be — A ribbon , a kiss , and a blessing for thee ! Last year , of earth's treasures I gave thee my part , The new year before it , I gave thee my heart ; And now , gentle Mary , I greet thee again , When only this band and a blessing remain . Though Time should run on with his sack full of care , And wrinkle thy cheek , dear , and whiten thy hair , Yet still on this morn shall my offering be , A ribbon , a kiss , and a blessing for thee .