O, sweet to heaven the maiden's prayer, O, bonny Kilmeny ! free frae stain, They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away, It fell on her ear like a dream of the morn: O! blessed be the day Kilmeny was born! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be! The sun that shines on the world sae bright, A borrowed gleid frae the fountain of light; And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun, Like a gouden bow, or a beamless sun, Shall wear away, and be seen nae mair, And the angels shall miss them travelling the air. Bat lang, lang after baith night and day, When the sun and the world have died away; When the sinner has gane to his waesome doom, Kilmeny shall smile in eternal bloom !' They bore her away, she wist not how, below them grew, groves 0, never vales to mortal view, They bore her far to a mountain green, To see what mortal never had seen; And they seated her high on a purple sward, And bade her heed what she saw and heard, And note the changes the spirits wrought, For now she lived in the land of thought. She looked, and she saw nor sun nor skies, But a crystal dome of a thousand dies: She looked, and she saw nae land aright, But an endless whirl of glory and light: And radiant beings went and came Far swifter than wind, or the linked flame. She hid ber een frae the dazzling view; She looked again, and the scene was new. She saw a sun on a summer sky, And clouds of amber sailing bye; A lovely land beneath her lay, Kilmeny sighed, and seemed to grieve, For she found her heart to that land did cleave; She saw the corn wave on the vale, She saw the deer run down the dale ; She saw the plaid and the broad claymore, And the brows that the badge of freedom bóre; And she thought she had seen the land before. She saw a lady sit on a throne, A lion licked her hand of milk, Then a gruff untoward bedes-man came, And hundit the lion on his dame; And the guardian maid wi' the dauntless ee, She dropped a tear, and left her knee; And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled, Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead; A coffin was set on a distant plain, And she saw the red blood fall like rain : Then bonny Kilmeny's heart grew sair, And she turned away, and could look nae mair. Then the gruff grim carle girned amain, And they trampled him down, but he rose again ; And he baited the lion to deeds of weir, Till be lapped the blood to the kingdom dear; And weening his head was danger-preef, When crowned with the rose and clover leaf, He gowled at the carle, and chased him away To feed wi' the deer on the mountain gray. |