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'Tis in the land of mount and vale, of dashing linn and glen,
Whose purple heaths, in days of yore, were clad with warrior men;
Where bonnets wear the thistle crests, and bosoms brave the plaid,
One, with fond triumph in his eye, looks on his peerless bride.
Whose purple heaths, in days of yore, were clad with warrior men;
Where bonnets wear the thistle crests, and bosoms brave the plaid,
One, with fond triumph in his eye, looks on his peerless bride.
And gently, fondly, will he deal with that fair orphan girl,
His treasure—all the world above, his life's once priceless pearl;
And well with rapture may he view his rare and beauteous flower,
Whom blessings from a thousand hearts will follow to his bower:
E'en from afar warm breathings float, from bosoms all sincere,—
Prayers for the gentle child of him Whose memory all revere;
The feelings of whose mighty heart, benevolent and mild,
A rich world-worth inheritance, descended to his child.
His treasure—all the world above, his life's once priceless pearl;
And well with rapture may he view his rare and beauteous flower,
Whom blessings from a thousand hearts will follow to his bower:
E'en from afar warm breathings float, from bosoms all sincere,—
Prayers for the gentle child of him Whose memory all revere;
The feelings of whose mighty heart, benevolent and mild,
A rich world-worth inheritance, descended to his child.
The first foot-marks of spring appear where snowdrops raise their head,
Where primrose, with its pale sweet robe, peeps from its mossy bed;
The winter's gloom has passed away, no more descend the rains,
The singing-time of birds is come, whilst gladness fills the plains.
Where primrose, with its pale sweet robe, peeps from its mossy bed;
The winter's gloom has passed away, no more descend the rains,
The singing-time of birds is come, whilst gladness fills the plains.
