might weel awauk desire.
something, in ilka part o' thee,
to praise, to love, i find,
but dear as is thy form to me,
still dearer is thy mind.
nae mair ungenerous wish i hae,
nor stronger in my breast,
than, if i canna make thee sae,
at least to see thee blest.
content am i, if heaven shall give
but happiness, to thee;
and as wi' thee i'd wish to live,
for thee i'd bear to die.