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TO A HIGHLAND GIRL.
( At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond.)
SWEET Highland Girl, a very shower
That holds in shelter thy Abode;
Like something fashioned in a dream;
Yet, dream and vision as thou art,
With earnest feeling I shall pray
Thou dost not need
Of thoughts, that lie beyond the reach
What hand but would a garland cull
Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its
grace Hath led me to this lonely place. Joy have I had; and going hence I bear away my recompence. In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory, feel that she hath eyes : Then, why should I be loth to stir? I feel this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past, Continued long as life shall last. Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland Girl! froin Thee to part; For I, methinks, till I grow old, As fair before me shall behold, As I do now, the Cabin small, The Lake, the Bay, the Waterfall; And Thee, the Spirit of them all!