* I know that thou didst smile
    When last I saw thee, dear!
'Twas then the warm springtide;
    The winter now is near.
              (From Mr. King's version.)

Fu' weel I wat that ye were kind
    That bonnie time we met -
The couthie spring was smilin' then,
    Noo winter's at the yett.
              (From Miss Gordon's version.)

** This metrical version, as may be seen
    by the signature, is from another hand.

*** (Another version of the same)

The sun shines brightly on the brake
Beneath whose verdure hides the snake,
With envy hissing, while above,
Sits, cooing soft, the cushat dove.

When gaily smiles the summer morn,
Pluck ye the rose, nor seek the thorn;
Nor be your joy o'ercast with fear
Of snake envenom'd, lurking near.

The sun departs, his heat is gone;
The cool autumnal eve comes on:
No snake lies hid in verdure now;
Nor dove sits cooing on the bough.