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of the gifted! fare thee well, And a blessing on thee rest; While the heather waves its purple bell O'er moor and mountain crest; While stream to stream around thee calls, And braes with broom are drest, Glad be the harping in thy halls— A blessing on thee rest!

While the high voice from thee sent forth, Bids rock and cairn reply, Wakening the spirits of the North, Like a chieftain's gathering cry;