Snaws of Age... But I go in minus...

BUT lately seen in gladsome green
The woods rejoie'd the day:
Thro' gentle showers the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay;
But now our joys are fled
On winter blasts awa;
Yet maiden May, in rich array,
Again shall bring them a'...


But my white pow-nae kindly thowe
Shall melt the snaws of age;
My trunk of eild, but buss or belid,
Sinks in Time's wintry rage.
Oh age has weary days,
And nights o' sleepless pain !
Thou golden time o' youthfu' prime,
Why com'st thou not again ?