 | Lays and Legends of Ancient Greece, with Other Poems
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HIGHLAND TOURISTS.
A pleasant life is yours, ye rambling men!
O'er field and fell, mountain and moor well driven,
Ye feast your eyes on a bright shifting heaven
Of varied view, while to each farthest glen
Of the once distant hills the steam-car flies.
All things are good: and of your light employ,
Birds of the summer wing, I wish you joy!
Wise is the man who feeds discerning eyes.
But me—my pleasure is much dashed with pain,
When o'er the lonesome hills lonesome I wander,
And seek for signs of human life in vain,
And on the clansman's faded glory ponder.
Stranger, forgive my tear; on this fair shore
Scotsmen are few; and soon Scotland shall be no more!
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