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So FARQUHAR wond'ring sees the lovely form
with new delight impatient gaze ; « Sweet MORAIG, sister dear !” with fondness wild, The children cry, thro' tears the mother smil'd.; « Why lonely wandering thro' the drifted snow, • Where gloomy Tarfe's inchanted waters flow pic ? « She cries, does Moraig tempt the haunted path, “ Where lurking withcraft spreads the snares of death? “ And who is this young wanderer of the chace, Whose looks bespeak some high-descended race i See note No. 20.
+ See note No. 21. D 3
“ Who o'er these pathless wilds, unus'd to roam, “ With kindly care thus deigns to guide thee home ?" With downcast eyes the modest youth replied, “ An humble swain, to no high race allied, “ In hopeless search of wandering steers I come, “ By pity thus conducted to your home, “ In my dim view imperfect objects swim, “ An icy torpor chills each weary limb: “ Too late, alas! my rashness I deplore, “ Doom'd to behold my pleasant home no more !" Unfinish'd accents faulter'd on his tongue, And thro' his ears delusive murmurs rung; The aged peasant saw youth's roses fade, And propt the fainting swain with kindly aid : With patient care the matron chafes him o'er, While gradual warmth she labours to restore, To bring the needful cordials MORAIG flies, With soft compassion melting in her eyes By due attention now the Youth restor’d, Sees plenty deck, and welcome cheer the board : The hoary sire retraces former times, Or valiant deeds recounts in rustic rhymes :
* MORAIG is the Chloe or Phillis of the Gaelic Poets; when they conceal the true name of their mistress, for they never pay the tuneful tribute to an ideal personage.
The matron, willing to amuse her guest,
pours the draught that crowns their simple fare. Now social talk and song deceive their woes, Till wearied Nature lulls them in repose.
The Genius of the storm his wrath forbore,
* See note No. 22.
The last sad shelter of unconquer'd worth,
pour his tributary wave is seen.
* See note No. 23. + Invermoriston, a river, at the mouth of which is the seat of an ancient family, whose daughters, pow respectable matrons, were justly admired for uncommon beauty, unaffected gentle manners, and every domestic virtue.
I See note No. 24.
'Tis wrong to stay, but doubly hard to go, A while he pauses-lost in tender woe : “ And shall I, helpless, friendless, leave the maid “ Whose pitying care my feeble steps convey'd ? “ Whose gentle aid my fainting heart restor’d, “ Oh, were I of this lake's fair borders lord ; “ Had I the joys of wealth, without its care, “ Those joys, that wealth, my lovely maid should share." The new sensation swelling in his heart, Inspir'd the untaught swain with sudden art; And thus in cautious Wisdom's solemn guise, To veil his latent purpose FARQUHAR tries : First to the courteous matron bending low, “ You, to whose care my rescu'd life I owe, “ Whose tender fears your absent friends deplore,
May heaven triumphant soon those friends restore ! “ Yet while their standard flies on Southern plains, “ To till your fields no manly hand remains ; “ The coming Spring will soon your cares engage 6 With toils unfit for childhood or for “ So short the freezing day, so deep the snow, 66 No cattle o'er the mountain path can go. ( Warm shelter'd in yon bushy glen behind,
My steers repose, and food and safety find; “ But when relenting Spring shall smile a-new, “ Again your hospitable hearth I'll view;