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 5 CONNEL AND FLORA. Set to Music by Smith. Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main, ( again, Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful Alas! more returns to revisit the shore, But Connel returns to his Flora no more For see on yon mountain the dark cloud of death, (the heath, O'er Connel's lone cottage lies low on While bloody and pale, on a far distant shore, Ha lies, to return to his Flora no more. Ye light fleeting spirits that glide o'er yon steep, ( wide deep! O would you but waft me across the There fearless I'd mix in the battle's loud roar- (no more. I'd die with my connel and leave him Here is the glen. Here is the glen, and here the bower, All underneath the birchen shade; The village bell had told the hour, O what can stay my lovley maid !