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6 Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace

Hath led me to this lonely place.

Joy have I had; and going hence

I bear away my recompence.

In spots like these it is we prize

Our Memory, feel that she hath eyes:

Then, why should I be loth to stir?

I feel this place was made for her;

To give new pleasure like the past,

Continued long as life shall last.

Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart,

Sweet Highland Girl! from Thee to part;

For I, methinks, till I grow old,

As fair before me shall behold,

As I do now, the Cabin small,

The Lake, the Bay, the Waterfall;

And Thee, the Spirit of them all!