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HUMOURS OF HIGHLAND WEATHER. |
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HUMOURS OF HIGHLAND WEATHER.
Whither, O whither hath fled
The lightsome and lovely display
Of Beauty, but yesterday shed
On the crag, and the Ben, and the bay?
Up from the West came a cloud,
Small, but to greatness it grew,
Till it wove from its tissue a shroud
That curtains the breadth of the blue.
The lightsome and lovely display
Of Beauty, but yesterday shed
On the crag, and the Ben, and the bay?
Up from the West came a cloud,
Small, but to greatness it grew,
Till it wove from its tissue a shroud
That curtains the breadth of the blue.
I look and I see in the far
Banners of darkness unfurl'd,
Volumes of dimness that mar
The smile on the face of the world:
Gone into blankness hath fled
The emerald stretch of the glen,
And the rosy gleam on the head
Of the broad purpureal Ben.
Banners of darkness unfurl'd,
Volumes of dimness that mar
The smile on the face of the world:
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The emerald stretch of the glen,
And the rosy gleam on the head
Of the broad purpureal Ben.
Such are the humours that blot
The sky with the change of the year;
Would'st thou be mortal, and not
Temper thy bliss with a tear?
Would'st thou have day without night?
Ponder a moment, and own
That shadow must come with the light,
And day by the darkness be known.
The sky with the change of the year;
Would'st thou be mortal, and not
Temper thy bliss with a tear?
Would'st thou have day without night?
Ponder a moment, and own
That shadow must come with the light,
And day by the darkness be known.
Wisely the Mighty one blends
Gloom with the glory of things,
Grieving with gladness he sends
Wisely to beggars and kings.
Wisely he liveth who links
His life as a part to the whole,
Wisely he thinketh who thinks
Humbly, with hymns in his soul.
Gloom with the glory of things,
Grieving with gladness he sends
Wisely to beggars and kings.
Wisely he liveth who links
His life as a part to the whole,
Wisely he thinketh who thinks
Humbly, with hymns in his soul.
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