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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From the Rude Bustling Camp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From the rude bustling camp, to the calm rural plain,<br>I'm come, my dear Jeanie, to bless thee again;<br>Still burning for honour our warriors may roam,<br>But the laurel I wish'd for I've won it at home:<br>All the glories of conquest no joy could impart,<br>When far from the kind little girl of my heart<br>Now, safely return'd, I will leave thee no more<br>But love my dear Jeannie till life's latest hour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sweets of retirement how pleasing to me!<br>Possessing all worth, my dear Jeanie, in thee !<br>Our flocks early bleating will make us to joy,<br>And our raptures exceed the warm tints in the sky;<br>In sweet rural pastimes our days still will glide,<br>Till Time, looking back, will admire at* his speed;<br>Still blooming in virtue, though youth them be o'er,<br>I'll love my dear Jeanie till life's latest hour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Tannahill">Robert Tannahill</a></strong></div>

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