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SONNET VI. Written near Cromack Lake.

Ye hoary scenes of savage grandeur hail!
To the unpractis'd heart for ever dear!
Whose cliffs are swept by many a hollow gale,
While the hoarse mountain torrent tumbles near.
Here Custom, tyrant of the glowing soul,
Her dull, depressing sway usurps no more;
Here simple Nature learns without controul
Above this nether sphere in thought to soar.
And here the passions of the native breast
Affection warm, and sympathy infuse
Those wild emotions, and that rapture blest
That promp the efforts of the rustic muse.
Oh! may I oft your rudest views explore,
And learn of Nature, Virtue's genuine lore.