I've gazed upon the rapid Rhine, I've seen its waters foam and shine; I've watch'd its cascades, wild and bright, Leap proudly on, in rainbow light: Its waves have charm'd my dazzled eye, Like molten silver dashing by: Still, still, I could not love the Rhine; The land it water'd was not mine: I sigh'd to see the moon's mild beam. Fall on Loch Leven's gentle stream!
I've wander'd by the placid Rhone, When night was on her starry throne; I've look'd upon the Tiber's tide, And pluck'd the wild flowers by its side; I've heard the gondolier's wild note O'er the Lagoon's fair waters float:— Still, still, I turn'd, with willing feet, My native North again to greet! Again to see the moon's mild beam Fall on Loch Leven's gentle stream!
