loch gair.
It breathes not of the common herd,
In sight of human ken.
In sight of human ken.
Like a lone spirit left on earth,
Fond, desolate, and proud,
Wailing the hour that gave it birth,
Amid the heartless crowd.
Fond, desolate, and proud,
Wailing the hour that gave it birth,
Amid the heartless crowd.
The gentle music of the wave,
Kissing the pebbly shore,
As if it knew the joy it gave,,
And would that it were more;—
Kissing the pebbly shore,
As if it knew the joy it gave,,
And would that it were more;—
The rushing of the waterfall,
The gurgling of the stream—
Will on my musing senses fall
Like a sweet and pleasant dream.
The gurgling of the stream—
Will on my musing senses fall
Like a sweet and pleasant dream.
The very air breathes summer joy—
One long bright sunny smile—
As if the earth had no alloy,
The present to beguile.
One long bright sunny smile—
As if the earth had no alloy,
The present to beguile.
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