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And may that lov'd and lovely flow'r[1] Thy fond paternal hand is rearing,Acquire new graces ev'ry hour, And ev'ry charm and grace endearing.
Oft through Inchdorrock's fragrant grove, With him, may youth and beauty rove— And seldom may his wand'ring feet Be lur'd from such a calm retreat:Or if his youthful heart beats high To leave awhile his native mountains—To rove beneath a brighter sky, Through foreign groves, by foreign fountains—
Oh! may they but enhance the more Britannia's wave-encircled shore, Dear Caledonia's mountain rills, Her forests brown, and misty hills:And when thy closing hour is near, Upon his filial breast reposingMay Death as fair and calm appear As if sweet sleep thine eyes were closing!
Inchdorrock! heave thy branches high, And bid thy balmiest zephyrs sigh; Unfold thy flowers of ev'ry hue, And roll, sweet stream! thy waters blue
- ↑ Hugh Frazer Young, Mr. Young's only child—a very interesting and promising boy.
