WHEN Heaven, benignant, rears around And Nature, grateful, robes the ground COME, Fancy! guide me, glad, to climb AND, there, let Recollection trace YE loved retreats of past delight! How thrills my heart, when, on the sight, These haunts of happy days appear! WHERE health, and bliss beguiled the hours, And rural charms conjoin'd to please, While thro' the boughs of woodbine bowers, In balmy breathings, sigh'd the lily breeze. O YE! Whom Scotia's glories fire With me, from Lomond's brow, admire YE men of peace! that, lonely, rove SEE, from the Queen of midland hills, With mild surprise, the pleasured mind. FAIR on the roundly roaming eyes, Along the circumambient strand : AND far, in forms of blue, extend WHILE greenly grows, grotesque, around The azure view on every side. THERE, splendid mansions rear their heads, Where mouldering mortals, lone, repose: AND, there, are wrecks of hoary Time, And many a stream, and steep sublime, THERE, Summer wields her roseate wand, And Beauty leads, with silken hand, I. AH! sweet it is, when birds of song And gay aurora's charming throng, WHEN blue bells burst, and blows the heath, And health, and peace, and summer reign, Yon hill to haunt, and, far beneath, Survey the lake-laved, fair champaign. SEE isle-strewn LEVEN 2 'mid the vale And many a down, and many a dale, By breezy Lomond, broad and deep, AND, through rich fields with fragrant sides, Its stream, embower'd in greenwood, flows, Then to keel-cleft BODOTRIA glides, 4 Where SELKIRK's 5 humble home arose. No longer, LEVEN! redly runs Thy fluent through the purpled plain; No Latian mothers mourn their sons By painted patriots yonder slain. |