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 LOCH NA GAR.

Away ye gay landscapes, ye vardens of roses ! In you let the minions of luxnry rave; Resture me the rocks where the snow fake reposes, For still they are sacred to friendship and love. Yet Caledonia ! ploved are thy mountains, Round their wllite sumnuit though events war, Tho' cataracts foxm, 'tead of smith towing fountains, I sigh for the valley of dark Loch pu Gani Al! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd, My cap was the boxinet, my clówk was the plaul. On curtains both perished my senior ponderil, As (in cxtrode through the pizze coverid glade. I sought not my huine till the day's dying'ory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star: Por tane was clearl by traditional story, Dixclus' by the natives of dark Loch na Gar. Shades of the lead have I not lieard your voices Rise ov'the night rolling breath of the gale ; Surely the son of the loro rejoices And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale. Round Lech:a Gar, while the storniy mist gathers, Winter presides in his cold icy car; Clond there encirele ilie forms of my fathers : They dwell in the tempest of dark Loch na Car, Ill star'd though brave, did no vision foreboding, Tell you tha fate had forsaken your cause, Ah! were you destinal toxlid at Colliden, Victory erown'd not your fall with applause. Still were you happy in «lear's early blumber, You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar, The pibroch resounds to the piper's bold number, Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Gari