Non Semper Imbres

From  Non Semper Imbres by James Logie Robertson,

set to music by Sue Casson

 

 

 

 

It's no aye rainin' on the misty Achils,

It's no aye white wi' winter on Nigour ;

The winds are no' sae mony sorrowin' Rachels,

That grieve, and o' their grief will no' gie owre.

 

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Comes round a time, comes round at last tho' creepin',

And green and glad again stand bush an' tree ;

E'en tender flowers, just thro' the young gress peepin'

Rise in their weakness, and owre-rin the lea.

 

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Non Semper Imbres

 

Thus Nature sorrows, and forgets her sorrow ;

And Reason soberly approves her way :

Why should we shut our eyes against to-morrow

Because our sky was clouded yesterday?

 

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Non Semper Imbres

Natura non contristatur

 

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