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THE HOLY LOCH

Calm, calm, the blue lake silent lies,
The sky without a breath to shake it;
The drowsy clouds nor fall nor rise—
The earth's asleep, and none to wake it.
The sun glares with his fiery eye
Upon the beauteous scene before him,
While green-robed Nature modestly
Shrinks from such outrage of decorum.
The sun has gone, the day is done,
The moon beams o'er the peaceful water,
High up above, looking such love
As mother's o'er an only daughter.
Restless, in vain my ear I strain
To catch the ripple of the billow.
Earth fades, and heaven looms on my sight;
Oh! would some angel smooth my pillow!
 

These were the last verses composed by the author.