Scottish Poetry Selection
- Rural Walks Near Dollar
Rural Walks Near DollarHow lovely are thy sylvan scenes,
Famed by the gentle perfumed breeze,
And sparkling bright, thy crystal streams
Glide gently bye beneath the trees.
How proudly thy romantic hills,
Stand clad in shaggy heath;
Their foaming cascades madly rill,
Into the glens beneath.
How cheerful in thy mossy dells,
I’ve oftimes tuned my lute,
Adorned with the sweet blue bells,
And linnets never mute.
The folliage festoons o’er the top,
Of varied flowers that cluster,
Bespingled with the clear dew droop,
Glittering with diamond luster.
Thy green old Castle Campbell stands,
Majesticly on high;
Though part hath crumbled into sand,
In waste and ruin lie,
Its lofty walls hath sheltered friends,
And foes they did beguile,
Yea, shelter they did oftimes lend,
Unto the great Argyle.
Thy lovely glen is fresh and green,
Its fragrance fills the air,
Dear memory loves such vernal scenes,
Strange beauty dwelleth there;
And with one daughter young and fair,
Fondly I use to rove,
Down by the winding Devon clear,
To whisper words of love.
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