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SUGGESTED AT TYNDRUM IN A STORM
ENOUGH of garlands, of the Arcadian crook,
Teach what they learn? Up, hardy Mountaineer!
On cloud-sequestered heights, that see and hear
On earth, who works in the heaven of heavens, alone.
THE EARL OF BREADALBANE'S RUINED MANSION, AND FAMILY BURIAL-PLACE, NEAR KILLIN.
WELL sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains
Grief of her sting; nor cheat, where he detains
To be looked down upon by ancient hills,
REST AND BE THANKFUL!'
AT THE HEAD OF GLENCROE.
DOUBLING and doubling with laborious walk,
And fishes front, unmoved, the torrent's sweep,—
So may the Soul, through powers that Faith bestows,
Win rest, and ease, and peace, with bliss that Angels share.
SEE what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot,
The limpid mountain rill avoids it not;
And why shouldst thou ?-If rightly trained and bred,
Which her Heaven-guided feet refuse to tread.
But love, as Nature loves, the lonely Poor;
* See Note.
[Upon a small island not far from the head of Loch Lomond, are some remains of an ancient building, which was for several years the abode of a solitary Individual, one of the last survivors of the Clan of Macfarlane, once powerful in that neighbourhood. Passing along the shore opposite this island in the year 1814, the Author learned these particulars, and that this person then living there had acquired the appellation of 'The Brownie.' See "The Brownie's Cell," (Vol. 3, p. 154,) to which the following is a sequel.
'How disappeared he?' Ask the newt and toad;
Under an arch of that forlorn abode ;
Where he, unpropp'd, and by the gathering flood
With no one near save the omnipresent God.
A choice that wears the aspect of a doom;
But in the mould of mercy all is cast
For Souls familiar with the eternal Voice;
And this forgotten Taper to the last
Drove from itself, we trust, all frightful gloom.