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There ever bask in uncreated rays
No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear,
While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Compared with this, how poor religion's pride,
May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul; And in his book of life the inmates poor enroll.
Then homeward all take off their several way;
And proffer up to Heaven the warm request,
For them and for their little ones provide; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
The cottage leaves the palace far behind;
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet con-
And, O, may Heaven their simple lives prevent
And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
O Thou, who poured the patriotic tide
That streamed through Wallace's undaunted
Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
But still the patriot, and the patriot bard,
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
LAKE, WITH LAWNY BANKS THAT SLOPE
"LAKE, with lawny banks that slope
To the water's edge,
Softly rustles the wind thro'
Thy long grass and sedge.
"Thou hadst been a gem of earth
Couched amid these hills,
But some evil water-sprite
"Whence thy hidden life is drawn.
Who should be thy good genie,
Lightly by a ruffling wind
Were the waters pressed,
Be it genie, be it fate,
I know not, but know
That the waves from yonder stream
LAKE, WITH LAWNY BANKS THAT SLOPE.
Earth may smile like Eden round,
Gives not back their hue.
"Stream, that feed'st the lake, there beams
Rapid, dark, thou rushest by ;
Hoarsely thus the hurrying wave
"Suns may beam, or skies may lower,
"I am fed by those that draw
And I am not free.
"Peaceful mission is not mine;
Burst from this strange earth, as if
Born with inward strife."
'Turbid lake, thou must flow on,
There is no redress,
Ignorant, I grieved to see
All must be as all had been,
Princely, calm, and clear,
Flowed from out the troubled lake,
Heaven and earth were showed therein,
The dark source defiled
To the ocean's large embrace
DEEP, DEEP WITHIN THE OCEAN'S BREAST.
DEEP, deep within the ocean's breast
Round which light, water-swayèd nymphs
The centre of this little isle
Was fixed a stony tree;
In rigid pride the coral stone
Surveyed its firm estate,
And said, with gratulating tone,
"But now no chance or change can come
To me; mature in form,
I take my place with things of fate;
I cool no more nor warm.