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Here, foaming down the shelvy rocks,
In twisting strength I rin;
There, high my boiling torrent smokes,
Enjoying large each spring and well,
As Nature gave them me,
Would then my noble master please
The sober laverock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child, goldfinch
Shall sweetly join the choir:
The blackbird strong, the lintwhite clear, linnet
The mavis mild and mellow,
The robin pensive autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
This, too, a covert shall insure
To shield them from the storm;
And coward maukin sleep secure,
Low in her grassy form.
Here shall the shepherd make his seat,
And here, by sweet endearing stealth,
Despising worlds with all their wealth
The flowers shall vie in all their charms
Here haply too, at vernal dawn,
Let lofty firs, and ashes cool,
Let fragrant birks in woodbines drest
And, for the little songster's nest,
The close embowering thorn.
So may old Scotia's darling hope,
Spring, like their fathers, up to prop
So may, through Albion's farthest ken,
The grace be-"Athole's honest men,
WRITTEN WHILE STANDING BY THE FALL OF FYERS, NEAR LOCH NESS.
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods,
As high in air the bursting torrents flow,
As deep recoiling surges foam below;
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet de
And viewless Echo's ear, astonished, rends.
Dim seen, through rising mists and ceaseless
The hoary cavern, wide surrounding, lowers; Still through the gap the struggling river toils, And still below, the horrid caldron boils
Designed to be sung to Morag, a Highland tune, of which Burns was extremely fond. CURRIE.
STREAMS that glide in Orient plains,
Spicy forests, ever gay,
Shading from the burning ray
Helpless wretches sold to toil,
Bent on, slaughter, blood, and spoil;
I leave the tyrant and the slave;
Give me the groves that lofty brave
Wildly here, without control,
Nature reigns and rules the whole;
She plants the forest, pours the flood.
THE BONNY LASS OF ALBANY.
TUNE- Mary's Dream.
Journeying through the Highlands with a Jacobite companion, Burns could not but feel a little more enthusiastic than he generally did regarding the memory of the Stuarts. His visit to the natal district of those ancestors whom he believed to have followed the Cavalier standard, would give increased energy to his feelings of romantic loyalty. Connecting these considerations with the fact of Prince Charles having this very month, [Sept. 1787] declared the legitimacy of his hitherto supposed natural daughter, styled Duchess