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SONNET II. TO SCOTLAND.
1796.
Scotland! when thinking on each heathy hill,
O'er whose bleak breast the billowy vapours sweep,
While sullen winds imprisoned murmur deep
'Mid their dim caves, such thoughts my bosom fill,
I cannot chuse but sigh! Oft wandering wild
I've traced thy torrents to their haunted source,
Whence down some huge rock with fantastic course,
Their sheeted whiteness pouring, they beguiled
The meek disheartened One, in solitude
Who sought relief. Beneath some aged tree
Thy white cots dimly seen yielded to me
Solace most sweet: nor seldom have I viewed
Their low thatch wishfully, and paused to bless
The uncultur'd children of lone quietness.
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