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But what is Gordon's beauteous face,
Proud Gordon cannot bear the thoughts
And, falling into Bruce's arms.
But many days, and many months,
Now ye, who willingly have heard
TO A HIGHLAND GIRL.
Sweet Highland girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower 1
Twice seven consenting years have shed
Their utmost bounty on thy head:
And these gray rocks; this household lawn;
These trees, a veil just half withdrawn;
This fall of water, that doth make
A murmur near the silent lake;
This little bay, a quiet road
That holds in shelter thy abode;
In truth together do ye seem
Like something fashioned in a dream;
Such forms as from their covert peep
When earthly cares are laid asleep I
Yet, dream and vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart:
God shield thee to thy latest years!
I neither know thee nor thy peers;
And yet my eyes are filled with tears.
With earnest feeling I shall pray
What hand but would a garland cull
Thy elder brother I would be,
Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace
GLEN-ALMAIN, OR, THE NARROW GLEN.
In this still place, remote from men,
Sleeps Ossian, in the Narrow Glen;
In this still place, where murmurs on
But one meek streamlet, only one,
He sang of battles, and the breath
Of stormy war, and violent death;
And should, methinks, when all was past,
Have rightfully been laid at last
Where rocks were rudely heaped, and rent
As by a spirit turbulent;
Where sights were rough, and sounds were wild,
And every thing unreconciled;
In some complaining, dim retreat, *
Does then the bard sleep here indeed?
"What I you arestepping westward!"* "Yea."
Twould be a wildisk destiny,
If we, who thus together roam
In a strange land, and far from home,
Were in this place the guests of chance;
Vet who would stop, or fear to advance,
Though home or shelter he had none,
With such a sky to lead him on?
* The words of a woman's greeting to the poet by the side of Loch Katrine.