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 :“We are the people of the Glen,” they said, And then, again, the Christmas darkness rang With those old tuneful melodies they sang,
 * While we a welcome in their music read.
 * Swiftly the busy years have passed and fled,

Nor could the parting be without a pang From all the kindliness and love which sprang
 * To meet us with a courtesy inbred.

O glen of roses, glen of mingling streams,
 * Glen of the swallows and the tender wren.

Glen of the children, glen of elfin dreams,
 * That lay in mystery beyond our ken;

Life all around us touched by faery gleams,
 * We loved with you, dear People of the Glen!