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 noteO'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 beamFall on Loch Leven's gentle stream!
