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The gowdspink, music's gayest child,

Shall sweetly join the choir: The blackbird strong, the lintwhite clear,

The mavis mild and mellow; The robin pensive autumn cheer,

In all her locks of yellow:

This too, a covert shall ensure,

To shield them from the storm;
And coward maukin sleep secure,

Low in her grassy form:
Here shall the shepherd make his seat,

To weave his crown of flow'rs;
Or find a sheltering safe retreat,

From prone descending show'rs.

And here, by sweet endearing stealth,

Shall meet the loving pair,
Despising worlds with all their wealth

As empty idle care:
The flow'rs shall vie in all their charms

The hour of heav'n to grace,
And birks extend their fragrant arms,

To screen the dear embrace.

Here haply too, at vernal dawn,

Some musing bard may stray,
And eye the smoking, dewy lawn,

And misty mountain, grey ;
Or, by the reaper's nightly beam,

Mild chequering thro' the trees,
Rave to my darkly dashing stream,

Hoarse-swelling on the breeze.

Let lofty firs, and ashes cool,

My lowly banks o'erspread,
And view, deep-pending in the pool,

Their shadows' wat’ry bed!
Let fragrant birks in woodbines drest

My craggy cliffs adorn ;
And, for the little songster's nest,

The close embow'ring thorn.

So may old Scotia's darling hope,

Your little angel band,
Spring, like their fathers, up to prop

Their honour'd native land!
So may thro' Albion's farthest ken,

The social-flowing glasses,
The grace be-Athole's honest men,

*And Athole's bonnie lasses !'





Way, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your wat’ry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?
Why disturb your social joys,
Parent, filial, kindred ties?
Common friend to you and me,
Nature's gifts to all are free:

Peaceful keep your dimpling wave,
Busy feed, or wanton lave ;
Or beneath the sheltering rock,
Bide the surging billow's shock,

Conscious, blushing for our race,
Soon, too soon, your fears I trace.
Man, your proud usurping foe,
Would be lord of all below:
Plumes himself in Freedom's pride,
Tyrant stern to all beside.

The eagle, from the cliffy brow, Marking you his prey below, In his breast no pity dwells, Strong necessity compels. But man, to whom alone is giv'n A ray direct from pitying heav'n, Glories in his heart humane And creatures for his pleasure slain.

In these savage, liquid plains, Only known to wand'ring swains, Where the mossy riv'let strays, Far from human haunts and ways; All on Nature you depend, And life's poor season peaceful spend.

Or, if man's superior might,
Dare invade your native right,
On the lofty ether borne,
Man with all his pow'rs you scorn ;
Swiftly seek, on clanging wings,
Other lakes and other springs ;

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ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
These northern scenes with weary feet I trace ;
O’er many a winding dale and painful steep,
The abodes of covey'd grouse and timid sheep,
My savage journey, curious, I pursue,
Till fam’d'Breadalbane opens to my view.-
The meeting cliffs each deep-sunk glen divides,
The woods, wild scatter'd, clothe their ample sides;
The' outstretching lake, embosomed 'mong the

The eye with wonder and amazement fills;
The Tay meand'ring sweet in infant pride,
The palace rising on his verdant side;
The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native taste ;
The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless baste;
The arches striding o'er the new-born stream ;
The village, glittering in the moontide beam-

Poetic ardours in my bosom swell,
Lone wand'ring by the hermit's mossy cell:

The sweeping theatre of hanging woods ;
The' incessant roar of headlong tumbling floods-

Here poesy might wake her heav'n-taught lyre,
And look through nature with creative fire ;
Here, to the wrongs of fate half reconcil'd,
Misfortune's lighten'd steps might wander wild ;
And Disappointment, in these lonely bounds,
Find balm to sooth her bitter rankling wounds :
Here heart-struck Grief might heav'nward stretch

her scan,

And injurd Worth forget and pardon man.

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