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238 On Cama's verdant margin plac'd,

Adieu! while memory still is mine,

For offerings on Oblivion's shrine,

These scenes must be effac'd.

3.

Adieu, ye mountains of the clime

Where grew my youthful years;

Where Loch na Garr in snows sublime

His giant summit rears.

Why did my childhood wander forth

From you, ye regions of the North,

With sons of Pride to roam?

Why did I quit my Highland cave,

Marr's dusky heath, and Dee's clear wave,

To seek a Sotheron home?

4.

Hall of my Sires! a long farewell—

Yet why to thee adieu?

Thy vaults will echo back my knell

Thy towers my tomb will view:

The faltering tongue which sung thy fall,

And former glories of thy Hall,

Forgets its wonted simple note—

But yet the Lyre retains the strings,

And sometimes, on Æolian wings,

In dying strains may float.