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ON A HIGHLAND BURYING-PLACE,
IN MORVEN, BY LOCH SUNART.
On Sunart's lonely shore, after long questIn vain, embosomed in the hills we found
An open, undistinguished plot of ground
Where Morven's children take their dreamless rest.
Headstones and cairns are scattered o'er the crest
Of a green height, with plume-like bracken crowned;
While pastured sheep repose the dead around,
Who own nor date nor name nor symbol blest.
But kindly Nature watches o'er those graves;
The mountains fold them in their strong embrace;
Fair Sunart sings to them with soothing waves;
Soft rains and sunshine bless that burial place:
The shepherd notes it as he wanders by;
And it escapes not the Redeemer's eye.
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