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LAST LOOK OF SCOTLAND:
A Song.
I.
I stand on the deck and gaze over the blue,And thy hills, bonnie Scotland, are yet in my view,
They are bright in the rays of the slow-setting sun,
And the glow of the amethyst robes them each one;
Enraptured I look till the vision is past,
And Heaven only knows if this look is my last.
II.
My last it may be, but it fades not away,Immortal as memory it knows no decay;
It is thus from the dear land since I maun depart,
O 'tis thus I would carry its print on my heart,
With the peace which a sweet Scottish gloamin instils,
And the glow of a sunset spread over the hills!
III.
In the wilds of the West there's a splendour, they say,And beside it the glories of Scotland look gray;
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My mind will be turning, old Scotland, to you;
My thoughts will be flying unfettered and free
To a dear little island far over the Sea!
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