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Rh One image, alone, on my bosom impress'd,

I lov'd my bleak regions, nor panted for new;

And few were my wants, for my wishes were bless'd,

And pure were my thoughts, for my soul was with you.

3.

I arose with the dawn, with my dog as my guide,

From mountain to mountain I bounded along;

I breasted the billows of Dee's rushing tide,

And heard at a distance the Highlander's song:

At eve, on my heath-cover'd couch of repose,

No dreams, save of Mary, were spread to my view;

And warm to the skies my devotions arose,

For the first of my prayers was a blessing on you.

4.

I left my bleak home, and my visions are gone;

The mountains are vanish'd, my youth is no more;

As the last of my race, I must wither alone,

And delight but in days, I have witness'd before:

Ah! splendour has rais'd, but embitter'd my lot;

More dear were the scenes which my infancy knew:

Though my hopes may have fail'd, yet they are not forgot,

Though cold is my heart, still it lingers with you.