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Rh delirium, which is so beautifully described in the following lines by Grace Campbell, entitled —

Far awa' to bonnie Scotland Has my spirit ta'en its flight, An' I saw my Mither spinnin', In our Highland hame at night; I saw the kye a browsing, My Father at the plough, And the grand auld hills aboon them a’, Wad I could see them now ! Oh ! leddy, while upon your knees Ye held my sleepin' head, I saw the little Kirk at hame, Where Tam an' I were wed; I heard the tune the pipers play'd, I kenn'd its rise and fa', 'Twas the wild Macgregor's slogan— 'Tis the grandest o' them a' ! Hark ! surely I'm no wildly dreamin', For I hear it plainly now— Ye cannot, ye never heard it On the far off mountain's brow; For in your southern childhood, Ye were nourish'd saft and warm, Nor watch'd upon the cauld hill side The risin' o' the storm— Aye ! now the souldiers hear it, An "answer with a cheer, As "the Campbells are a cumin'" Falls on each anxious ear— The cannons roar their thunder, An' the sappers work in vain, For high aboon the din o' war— Resounds the welcome strain. An' nearer still, an' nearer still, An' now again 'tis "Auld lang syne," Its kindly notes like life bluid rin, Rin through this puir sad heart o’ mine;