The Scottish Celtic review
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;;14r, Thp Whh of the Aged Bard.My side stretch gently on the bank,Which soft winds cool and flowers bestrewMy feet laved by tlie grasses rank,That bend beneath the noontide dew.Let primrose pale with beauty dressM}' couch, through scent of waters greenMy hand reclined the daisy pressAnd ealvi ' at my ear be seen.Let blossom-laden trees surroundMy glen's high overhanging browAnd let the aged crags resound\Yith songs of birds from every bough.From clifts with ivy mantled o'er.Let fountains pour their copious flood,And echo multiply the roarOf waters through the solitude.Let voice of hill to hill repeatThe thousand lowings of the herd,That by the rural cadence sweet,My heart's deep pulses may be stirred.Let the soft wing of every galeThe Heatings of the fold prolong,The timid lambkin's lonely wail,The ewe's quick answer to her young.Let frisking calves around me sti-ayAlong the stream, or upland high ;And let the kid, tired of its play,Upon my bosom fearless lie.Oh ! let me hear the hunter's treadAnd bay of dogs upon the heath ;Then youth shall crown my hoary head.And happy visions round me wreathe.The marrow of my bones shall thrill.When the wild chase I hear againMy feet leap swiftly up the hill"At the glad shout, " The stag is slain !'St, John's Wort.
—;;The Wi4i of the Af/eil Bard. 1 47Mcthinks I see the faithful houndThat followed nie at eve and inorn,The moors o'er wliich I loved to bound,The rocks that echoed back my horn,The cave where we reposed, when nightO'ertook us in our wild employ,Where by the wood-fire blazing bright.The hunter's cup inspired our joy.The smoking deer, Treig's sounding wave,Gave food and music for our feastAnd in that cave, though ghosts should rave,And mountains roar, deep was our rest.I see Ben-Ard's sky-piercing rocksAbove a thousand mountains rise ;The dreams of stags ai-e in his locks,The dark cloud on his summit lies.Scur-Eilt's broad shoulders loom in view,And the gi-een hill with fir trees crowned.Where first is heard the lone cuckoo.And elk and roe unharmed abound.A pine-fringed tarn lies in its cup.O'er which the wild ducks swiftly swimBeyond, a dark strath' opens up,With rowans dipping in its stream.'Oh let the swan that left her homeIn that cold realm where tempests rave,Where never sail can mock the foam,Or oaken prow divide the waveGlide gi-aceful o'er the loch at rest.Or soar the summer clouds among.And pour forth from her wounded breastThe mournful music of her song !I love to hear the plaintive wail.That tells the story of her woe,Borne by the echoes on the gale,In soothing sadness round me flow.' In the original the plira.se means " strath of dark green firs," but, as the sameepithet is used in thf previous ver.se, I liare altered it to avoid repetition.
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;;14r, Thp Whh of the Aged Bard.My side stretch gently on the bank,Which soft winds cool and flowers bestrewMy feet laved by tlie grasses rank,That bend beneath the noontide dew.Let primrose pale with beauty dressM}' couch, through scent of waters greenMy hand reclined the daisy pressAnd ealvi ' at my ear be seen.Let blossom-laden trees surroundMy glen's high overhanging browAnd let the aged crags resound\Yith songs of birds from every bough.From clifts with ivy mantled o'er.Let fountains pour their copious flood,And echo multiply the roarOf waters through the solitude.Let voice of hill to hill repeat<strong>The</strong> thousand lowings of the herd,That by the rural cadence sweet,My heart's deep pulses may be stirred.Let the soft wing of every gale<strong>The</strong> Heatings of the fold prolong,<strong>The</strong> timid lambkin's lonely wail,<strong>The</strong> ewe's quick answer to her young.Let frisking calves around me sti-ayAlong the stream, or upland high ;And let the kid, tired of its play,Upon my bosom fearless lie.Oh ! let me hear the hunter's treadAnd bay of dogs upon the heath ;<strong>The</strong>n youth shall crown my hoary head.And happy visions round me wreathe.<strong>The</strong> marrow of my bones shall thrill.When the wild chase I hear againMy feet leap swiftly up the hill"At the glad shout, " <strong>The</strong> stag is slain !'St, John's Wort.