The Scottish Celtic review

thouye!!;The Wish of the Aged Bard. 149Alas ! wilt not hear my moan ;Then oh ! cherished hills, farewell !I do not see you now, adieiiThou comely youth, thou lovely maid !A summer's joy was given to you,But ah ! my winter ne'er can fade.Oh ! cany me where I can hearThe cascade murmuring afar ;And let my harp and shell be near.And shield that saved my sires in war.Then, gentle breeze, that lov'st to stray !Oh ! come with kindness o'er the wave,And swiftly bear my shade away.To the bright island of the brave ;Where those who long have left our arms,Whose absence we have sorely wept,Ai'e deaf to music's sweetest charms,And in soft chains of slumber kept.Oh ! open to my weary ghostThe hall where Daol and Ossian dwellThe night shall come, the bard be lost,And none his hiding place may tell.But yet, before the hour is come.In which my spirit shall be borneTo Ardven, and the bard's bright home.From whence none ever may return,Give me, to cheer the lonely way,My much-loved harp and soothing shell,And ending thus my life's last day,I'llbid them both for aye farewellNOTES ON GAELIC GRAMMAR AND ORTHOGRAPHY.{Continued from p. 79.)The following notes apply more especially to the edition of theGaelic Scriptures with marginal references, recently published bythe National Bible Society of Scotland. We expect to be able.