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 FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH. 119

Still, still, sweet Queen of Caledon, My spirit turns to thee.

There may, indeed, be richer realms,

AVliere pride and splendor roll, But thou art skilled to soothe the pang

That rives the stranger s soul ; There may, perchance, be those who say

Thy mountain-land is drear, Yet thou hast still the wealth that wins

The stranger s grateful tear :

And when, my weary wanderings o er,

I seek my native land, And by mine ingle-side once more

Do clasp the kindred hand, And when my listening children ask

For tales of land and sea, Their hands a wreath of love shall twine,

Edina, dear, for thee.

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